Ok so I know that I'm horrible at updating...and I won't make excuses for myself. But here's month # 4, I hope you like it. Sorry I didn't go in depth with a Christmas scene but I've got some other Christmas fics/one-shots coming in a few weeks after a little vacation. Sorry this is a little shorter than normal but its still an okay length. If you like it, leave a review. If you don't like it, leave a review lol. And I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanks so much for reading, you guys rock!

"Pay!" Troy called out to his wife as he quickly rummaged through his set of drawers in his walk in closet.

"Yeah," Sharpay answered from her position in their nice, comfy bed. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet but already Sharpay was snuggled in bed. She'd had a very exhausting day and all she wanted to do was curl up with her remote. After dinner, she took a nice warm bath and then hopped into bed for her long awaited date with the 36 inch flat screen that was mounted across from their bed.

Troy stuck his head out of the closet, "Have you seen my Lakers t-shirt?" Troy was on his way to meet Chad for a little one on one. Chad was only allowed to leave the house after both Brandon and Mia had been put to bed, hence the evening basketball session. It was tradition, although lame as Sharpay had always called it, that Troy and Chad wear different NBA shirts to their own little games. They often coordinated according to the teams that were playing that week.

"Come here," Sharpay beckoned him with her dainty fingers.

"What?" Troy approached their bed, somewhat preoccupied. "Do you need anything before I leave?"

"Nope," Sharpay grabbed hold of their designer comforter and pulled it back, revealing to Troy her new choice of bedtime apparel.

"My shirt!" Troy laughed as he looked down at his wife. "And my boxers. Honey if you wanted to come with, you should have just said something."

Sharpay rolled her eyes and scrunched up her nose, "My clothes are becoming too tight," she sniffled although Troy knew it was just for show.

Troy glanced down at his wife's small but still noticeable little pregnant bump. He had definitely noticed that some of her clothes were not fitting the way they should. He kept quiet though since Sharpay and her hormones were like a ticking time bomb. "Well that's good right; it means that little Elmo's growing perfect."

Sharpay giggled, "I thought we agreed we wouldn't call the baby Elmo when we're alone."

Troy smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, on what little space was left. "I don't know, Elmo Brandon Bolton has a nice ring to it. I think that Brandon came up with a pretty good name for the baby."

"Well when you and your next wife have a baby, feel free to go with Elmo," she rubbed her belly affectionately before speaking again, but this baby will never be Elmo Brandon Bolton no matter how much Brandon likes it."

"But Pay, you'll break Brandon's heart."

"He'll forget all about it after a bowl of ice cream. But back to me Troy, I'm running out of clothes!"

"Well you should go maternity shopping tomorrow."

"Well… oh my god!" Sharpay fanned herself dramatically. "Pinch me! Am I dreaming…or worse dead? I never thought I'd live to see the day when Troy Alexander Bolton encouraged me to go shopping. I wish I could have recorded this monumental occasion."

"Alright, alright, you've had your fun. You should call up Taylor and make a day out of it. If you're going to be spending my hard earned money, Taylor should be spending Chad's as well."

"I spend my own hard earned money thank you very much and I will do just that. I'll call Taylor after you leave."

"Great."

"But don't think you're off the hook Mister, you will be accompanying me when I go baby shopping."

"Aw Pay, come on," Troy groaned.

"No buts! Now go change before you're late."

"Oh right," Troy hopped off the bed. "I guess I can wear my Cavaliers shirt."

"Are you sure? I can take this one off?"

"No it looks much better on you than it ever could on me."

"True, true."

"I'll take it off you later baby, no worries," Troy wriggled his eyebrows at her seductively before heading back to his closet.

Sharpay smiled at Troy before he went into the closet. "Fat chance," she mumbled to herself. She definitely wasn't in the mood for any hanky panky tonight. But with any luck, she'd be sleeping peacefully before Troy even got home. A minute later Troy came out of the closet, all dressed and ready to go for his basketball game. "Bye honey."

"Bye baby," Troy kissed her softly. "Do you want me to bring you anything back?"

"Mmm…cookie dough ice cream please," Sharpay responded, the taste of Troy's lips still lingered on her own.

"You got it, I'll see you in a few hours."

"K."

Troy kissed her once again and then he was off.

Another week flew by and Troy and Sharpay were greeted with a very busy Saturday. Christmas was a little over a week away and they still had tons of shopping to do. Usually Sharpay would have finished her shopping way before Thanksgiving but her first trimester ended up being very hard on her. However, now that she had moved into her second trimester, life was a little better. Since Troy was being dragged along for the 'fun' he insisted on a nice breakfast so he would have enough energy to survive.

"Here you go," the young waiter approached the Bolton's table carrying a huge round tray filled to the brim with their scrumptious breakfast dishes. "Ham and cheese omelet, pancakes, one side of turkey sausage and another of bacon."

"Right here," Sharpay smiled happily at her huge breakfast, her mouth was already watering at the thought of eating all of that wonderful food.

"Oh…okay," the young man's eyes bulged slightly, he didn't think there was any way that the skinny blonde could possibly eat all of that.

"She's pregnant," Troy explained after he caught the waiter staring at his wife.

"Oh cool man," the waiter then placed Troy's Belgian waffles on the table before walking away.

"This looks so delicious," Sharpay squealed with delight as she reached for the bottle of syrup already in the center of the table.

"Mmm hmmm," Troy mumbled as he sipped down his cup of coffee. "Oh my god Pay! You're spilling it everywhere!" Troy exclaimed.

"No I'm not," Sharpay looked down at her four plates which were now covered in Maple goodness. "It's just the way I wanted it."

Troy gulped as Sharpay took a bite of her syrup covered omelet…disgusting, he was just trying not to throw up at the sight. "Um…enjoy."

Sharpay rolled her eyes at her husband. "Oh leave me alone Troy! My appetite is finally back and I'm able to keep everything down now. I'm not peeing every five minutes and my breasts aren't sore. I can actually get through the day without having to take a nap. I just feel so great now Troy so stop raining my little personal parade."

Troy smiled at Sharpay's own happy face, it was good to see her smiling again. "I'm glad you feel great honey. I really do hate to see you so sick."

"That's not all honey."

Troy was a little taken aback by the feeling of Sharpay's boot clad foot caressing his leg. "What else?" he asked hopefully.

"I miss you baby," Sharpay winked at him. "I'm more than ready for us to make love. I was thinking that tonight when we get…"

"Check!" Troy dropped his fork, ready to hit the door. "Why wait until tonight Pay?"

"Troy, we're still eating!" Sharpay knew that Troy would be happy but she didn't think he'd be this happy at her news.

"Get it to go honey. Check please!"

"Troy, seriously…"

"Where is our damn waiter? This kid sucks," Troy was definitely frustrated now. "Whatever! Let's just go." Troy grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and threw down a fifty dollar bill on the table, a lot more than their food actually cost.

"But what about all of our food?" Sharpay protested their leave, lately she was not one to turn down a meal.

"I'll buy you more, I promise," Troy stood up quickly and reached for Sharpay's hand, helping her up fast. "I will buy you as many syrup covered breakfasts as your little heart desires."

Troy was in such a hurry that he practically dragged Sharpay to his car outside. Troy was quite excited about the prospect of being with Sharpay; it had been almost a month since their last time together. While Sharpay had been craving all sorts of food, Troy had only been craving her. Since they were a little ways from home (because Sharpay wanted to go to the higher end mall in Albuquerque), Troy decided to go to a nearby hotel instead of driving all the way back home. Sharpay was slightly embarrassed when Troy was checking it. It was mid morning and they didn't have any luggage on them. Sharpay could only imagine how they looked to the onlookers passing by in the spacious lobby.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Sharpay frowned once they were alone in the hotel elevator. "It's like we're two horny teenagers."

"Personally baby, I loved being a horny teenager," Troy chuckled as he laced his fingers with hers, bringing them to his lips for a chaste kiss. "Don't' worry, I didn't see anyone that we know."

Sharpay sighed, "Well everyone else probably thinks that I'm your dirty little mistress or something."

"No one thinks that but if they are at least they'll say I have good taste," Troy responded but Sharpay was not amused. "We can go home if you like," Troy suggested, not wanting to make her angry especially if sex was on the table.

"No, oh no," Sharpay turned to face him. "I don't want that, I'm sorry. I'm excited too but a little embarrassed about the whole thing. Besides after this baby comes and anymore that may potentially follow, we probably won't have alone time like this until they're all off to college."

"Or we can just pawn them off on our parents," Troy joked just as the elevator dinged, signaling that they had arrived at their destination, the sixth floor.

"I like the way you think," Sharpay giggled as they searched for their room.

"612, here we go," Troy swiped the key card and into the room they went.

"Oh it's so beautiful," Sharpay gushed as she took in her surroundings.

"You're so beautiful," Troy leaned in and placed several sweet kisses on her tantalizing neck.

"Tr…Troy," Sharpay moaned lightly as Troy continued to attack her neck and unbutton her off-white pea coat. "Don't stop."

"I hadn't planned on it." Troy let Sharpay's coat fall to the light green carpet; he quickly pulled off his own and it landed right next to hers. Troy wrapped his arms around Sharpay and swiftly picked her up.

"I know that's one of your signature moves but pretty soon you're not going to be able to pick me…I mean us up."

"As long as you don't get to be over 200 pounds, I think I can still carry you and Elmo around."

"Shut up!" Sharpay punched Troy's shoulder.

"Baby you're really ruining the mood. Less hitting and more kissing."

"I guess I can agree to that," Sharpay and Troy both leaned in for a kiss, one that ended up being earth shattering. It was a little reminder of how much they loved one another. Sharpay pulled away breathless a few minutes after, the taste of Troy's lips still lingering on her own. Troy always reminded Sharpay of coffee and minty gum and she loved it. "Bed now!"

"Mmm hmm," Troy's moist lips captured his wife's own sweet ones as he rushed them over the huge king sized bed in the center of the room. He gently placed Sharpay down on the bed, while he hovered over her, their lips still connected. He pulled away several moments later, hoping to let them both catch their breath.

"Mmph," Sharpay protested, her lips were swollen but she still wanted more.

"One sec baby," Troy kicked off his converse sneakers before taking a spot next to his wife on the bed. He reached down for her tall chocolate brown Ugg boots and began to take them off.

"Thank you," Sharpay sat up and began to suck on Troy's neck.

Troy closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the very pleasurable feeling, "You're distracting me Mrs. Bolton."

"That's what I was going for Mr. Bolton."

"We have plenty of time for that baby, you don't have to rush Pay."

"Ha, that's funny coming from the man who checked into a hotel because he couldn't even wait to go home."

Troy laughed as he got her second boot off, "Sue me because I love my wife."

"She loves you too," Sharpay responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "And she wants to show you how much."

"Well I'm all yours," Troy let Sharpay pull him on top of her with Sharpay once again lying on her back. Troy reached his hand under her shirt, locating one of her supple breasts underneath her lacey black bra. As he massaged one of her breasts, their mouths came together again, they couldn't keep them apart for more than a minute.

"Oh my god!" Sharpay screamed rather suddenly.

"Already Pay? You're close?" Troy grinned, he'd barely touched her but he knew that he just had the magic touch.

"No of course not stupid," Sharpay rolled her eyes at his utter stupidity. "I think…oh my god," she squealed, clutching her belly.

"What is it? Pay are you okay?" Troy asked concerned as he sat up besides her.

"The…the baby's moving," Sharpay smiled bright at Troy, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Oh my god! Are you serious?" Troy asked excitedly.

Sharpay nodded, "Troy you have to feel," she took one of his hands and placed it on her swollen stomach.

"I don't feel anything."

"Just wait, I'm sure it'll happen again. Its just so amazing, like butterflies flying or little fish swimming in my stomach."

"I'll feel later honey, let's just continue where we left off." Troy said after nothing happened. He leaned over with every intention of kissing Sharpay but she was not going to have it.

"Troy," she scolded him. "How can you even think of that at a time like this. Our baby just kicked for the first time. Now keep your hand here, don't move it. I want you to feel it and we'll sit here all day if we have too."

"Great," Troy forced a smile, there went his afternoon delight…or rather his morning delight.

"Come on baby," Sharpay said in a soothing tone as she rubbed her belly with her one hand that was next to Troy's.

"Seriously kid!" Troy exclaimed. "Kick Mommy as hard as you can." Sharpay glared at him. "Only so I can feel. Hurry up too."

"You take your time baby," Sharpay rubbed again. "Don't listen to your doofus of a daddy."

"Its nice to know that you're already poisoning our little Elmo against me," Troy stood up.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To the bathroom, is that alright with you Mommy?"

"Elmo tell Daddy that he's being a jackass."

"Ha you called the baby Elmo…hey you just called me a jackass!"

"And he's so smart too."

"You're so cruel, how you ever got married is beyond me," Sharpay laughed as Troy huffed off into the bathroom.

"Daddy's so…Troy! Troy!" Sharpay shouted suddenly.

"What?" Troy appeared in the door with his pants unzipped ready for action.

"Elmo's kicking again!"

"Oh!" Troy was at Sharpay's side in an instant. "Ok again with the no kicking. I'm beginning to think that you're just making this up….or maybe you just have gas."

"I most certainly do not have gas. Clearly this baby just likes me more than you, not that that comes as a surprise to me. Most people like me better than they like you and for obvious reasons too."

Troy ignored Sharpay's comments and focused on the baby, "Come on Elmo, your daddy loves you too." Troy waited for a few more moments. "Ugh I'm going back to the bathroom."

The second that Troy pulled away, Sharpay reached out for him again, "The baby's kicking again."

"I swear…if I don't feel any…" Troy mumbled as he placed his hand on Sharpay's stomach for the third time in under ten minutes. Troy's eyes lit up as he felt the light fluttering across his palm. "Oh my god! That's…thats," Troy looked up at Sharpay, completely speechless and dumbfounded but also overwhelmed with love.

"That Troy, is our baby," Sharpay kissed his lips softly.

"I…I…this is just wow! Baby do you realize how amazing this is?"

"I think I have a bit of an idea honey," Sharpay smiled back.

"Elmo, you are so amazing!" Troy bent down and spoke directly to his wife's bump. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"I think you're forgiven," Sharpay ran her free hand through Troy's soft chestnut brown hair. After a few more minutes of Elmo's movement, Sharpay moved Troy's hands and her own off of her stomach. "Okay, I think we're good now."

"Hey," Troy protested, still not ready to float down from cloud nine.

"I've got to pee Troy."

"But Elmo's still kicking," Troy pouted like a five year old as Sharpay slid off the bed.

"And you've got about five more months of lots of kicking. Me on the other hand, I only have about five more seconds until I could possibly pee on myself."

"Alright, alright but when you come back, we should have more quality time with Elmo."

"Great," Sharpay muttered as she made her way into the bathroom. "Can't wait." She flashed a fake smile at her crazy husband before shutting the door. Sharpay spent all of her quality time with their baby, 24/7 since she was the one carrying the child.

Once Sharpay was finished in the bathroom, she convinced Troy that they should finally go shopping. Shopping, after all, was how they were originally going to spend their day. Troy decided to keep their hotel room until the next day, Sunday and surprisingly Sharpay didn't object. After a very full day of shopping, Troy and Sharpay were able to retreat back to their secret little hotel room. They indulged themselves and had a wonderfully romantic evening. The new week flew by quickly and Christmas was soon upon them. They spent Sharpay's favorite day with both of their families and Sharpay received lots of presents (which of course she loved).

Troy answered the door just as the doorbell rang, playing an instrumental version of Auld Lang Syne, Sharpay's idea of course. For every holiday or special occasion, Sharpay changed their doorbell's ring. As soon as they moved into the house, Sharpay had the custom doorbell sound system put in and Troy has regretted it ever since. "Hey guys," Troy greeted a nicely dressed Chad and Taylor.

"Hey man," Chad said as he quickly stepped inside avoiding the cold as much as possible.

"Hi Troy," Taylor added as Troy kissed her cheek, welcoming her into his home.

"Thanks again for coming early. Let me take your coats," Troy offered, reaching out his hands for their finest winter outerwear.

"No problem, you know how much I love bar duty. I've got a big list of signature holiday cocktails already to go for the party. You got everything I asked for right?"

"Yeah," Troy replied to Chad. "Everything's in the living room, that's where we set up the makeshift bar."

"Perfect," Chad practically threw his coat at his friend before taking off to his 'station.'

Taylor rolled her eyes before nicely handing Troy her coat, "Sorry, you know that he's not fully house trained yet."

Troy chuckled, "I'm used to it by now."

"Where's Shar?"

"Still picking out a dress to wear."

"What? Sharpay doesn't have an outfit planned yet? I'm stunned, that is not the Sharpay I know. She usually would have her outfit picked out as far in advance as Thanksgiving."

"Oh no, she's got four outfits planned for tonight. I told her my choice but I think she's waiting for you to make the final choice."

"Oh, well…now that does sound like the Sharpay that I know," Taylor giggled.

"Go on up, I've got to pay the caterers. And make sure that your husband doesn't break anything," Troy said just as a loud clang was heard from the living room.

"No worries! Its cool!" Chad screamed back.

"I told Pay we should have used plastic cups," Troy mumbled to himself and shook his head as he walked off.

A half an hour later, Sharpay and Taylor finally made their way downstairs to join their husbands. It was perfect timing too because guests were just starting to arrive at Troy and Sharpay's fabulous New Year's Eve party. The party was wonderful and Sharpay was excited because she didn't have to lift a finger. They hired a wonderful caterer, her gay friend Jean Claude helped with the minimalist decorations and Chad was manning the bar station and doing a pretty good job at it. He mixed fabulous drinks all night from Mistletoe Punch to Carmel Apple Pietini; Chad even turned a few drinks into special virgin cocktails for Sharpay and some other non drinkers.

"I'm just going to get a refill, I'll be right back," Sharpay said to a party guest, one of her good friends from college.

"There you are," Troy wrapped his arms around his wife's waist as soon as he saw her. "I've barely seen you all night."

"I know, I've missed you," Sharpay set her glass down on the nearest object so she could hug her husband.

"I didn't even get to tell you how amazingly beautiful you look in that dress."

"Why thank you baby" Sharpay grinned as she looked down at her new dress, a lacey black sleeveless empire waisted, knee length sheath that she picked up from A Pea in the Pod during her big shopping trip with Taylor.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Mmm hmm, we always throw great parties babe. I was just going to have Chad refill my cranberry Christmas punch."

"Virgin of course?"

"But of course, come with me?"

"Always," they laced fingers with one another and made their way through party guests galore, saying quick hellos as they made their way to their final destination.

"Hey guys, what can I do you for?" Chad asked loudly, a bright smile on his face, the result of too many Seasons Blingings himself.

"Cranberry Christmas punch for my lady and I'll take another Iceberg Martini," Troy told his friend their drink order.

"Good choices my friend, time to make some magic," Chad chuckled as he grabbed the martini shaker.

"He's so going to end up crashing on the couch," Sharpay whispered to her husband as they watched Chad in action.

"As long as Taylor doesn't yell at us, I'm fine with that," Troy chuckled in return.

"He better not puke on my carpet either."

"What are you guys saying?" Chad questioned, he couldn't hear their conversation over the loud blender which he had just started.

"Just saying how talented you are buddy," Troy replied.

"That's what I like to hear guys! Drinks on me!"

"Chad, the drinks are all free," Sharpay rolled her eyes.

"That's great!" Chad exclaimed.

"Maybe you should take a break buddy, its almost midnight and everyone seems to have a glass in their hands," Troy checked out the crowd who seemed to all be enjoying themselves. "Go find your wife."

"Its almost midnight?" Sharpay looked to Troy.

"Yeah, the night's flying by huh?"

"Ryan's not here yet is he?" Sharpay looked around the room trying to spot her twin.

"I haven't seen him. Wasn't he supposed to be here early to help out too?"

"Yeah but we should have known that would never happen. Ryan doesn't do domestic work. But if he's not here by midnight, I'll ring his little neck."

"Cheers guys, enjoy my magnificent creations!" Chad handed Troy and Sharpay two very filled glasses. "Guess I'll find the missus."

"You do that, I think she was with Liza and Lisa earlier," Troy explained.

"Actually she was just in the kitchen and calling the babysitter to check up on the kids."

"Thanks Shar, you rock!" Chad kissed her cheek before running off.

"How about a quick dance Mrs. Bolton?" Troy held out his hands for the love of his life.

"I thought you'd never ask Mr. Bolton. Lets put these down first." Sharpay placed their drinks back down on the bar before Troy took her into his very welcoming and warm arms.

"I've still got my moves," Troy stated after they stepped onto the makeshift dance floor at the side of their living room.

"Sure honey," Sharpay laughed as she laid her head on Troy's shoulder just as the doorbell rang or rather played Auld Lang Syne for the millionth time that night. "Who could that be?"

"I have no idea, I thought that everyone and their mother was here…except for our mothers that is." The older Boltons and Evans opted for a more elegant and age appropriate gathering at Lava Springs while Troy and Sharpay's party was for people more their own age. Troy heard the door open and close. "Well I guess they came in, I hope they're not party crashers. Oh god what if it's the police? Do you think we're causing a noise disturbance?"

"Troy relax. Come on lets go see who it is," Sharpay held onto his hand, leading him off the dance floor.

"And where do you think you two are going?" Taylor tapped her friend on the shoulder.

"Time for the countdown!" Chad motioned to the T.V. which they'd set up in the living room so guests could view the big countdown. "Gather round everyone!" Chad got the crowd going.

"Ugh thanks Chad," Troy rolled his eyes, that was supposed to be his big job of the night.

"No prob bud," Chad patted him on the back. "Lets go people!"

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Happy New Year!" The chorus erupted into glee, with noisemakers going off like crazy.

"Happy New Year baby," Troy placed his hands on Sharpay's bump. "Its going to be a great year for us, I can just feel it." He leaned down to kiss her but was shocked when she pulled away.

"What. The. Hell?" Sharpay glared at who she assumed were the new party guests who rang the doorbell.

"Happy New Year everyone!" a very intoxicated Ryan Evans sang from the archway.

"Oh my god," Taylor let out, just as shocked as Sharpay as she came to stand next to her best friend.

"Hap…happy new year," Ryan's very intoxicated date cried out too, barely holding onto Ryan's wavering arm.

"Oh hey!" Chad made his way over to Ryan and his date. "Happy New Year guys." He threw his arms around them and the three drunks were barely able to keep themselves upright. "Man, I haven't seen you in years Gabriella!"

It was less than a minute into the new year and it was already sucking big time in Sharpay's opinion. Why the hell Ryan brought Gabriella Montez to her New Years Eve party was a complete mystery to her. But she was sure going to find out and of course there would be major consequences for her brother in the very near future.