Chapter Four
Sharpay Bolton took her son Logan out of his car seat, holding him on her hip as she closed the back door. She pressed the lock button on her keys and the duo made their way into the doctors office.
She was dressed in head to toe black, and her Nike runners. She had just gotten back from her daily workout at the gym. She picked Logan up from home for his appointment. Troy was supposed to be meeting them there.
They entered the tall office building and went up to the tenth floor, walking straight into the pediatrictions office. "Hi, I'm here for a 3:00 appointment," she approached the front desk. "Logan Bolton."
"Which doctor? We have three pediatrictions at our practice." The man asked.
"Doctor Delacruz." Sharpay answered. Holden Delacruz was a mutual friend of Marina, who suggested him while Sharpay was searching for a new pediatriction, due to Logan's being on paternity leave for the next twenty-four months. Instead of using his backup, Sharpay decided it would be better to just find a new pediatriction all together.
"Ah, I see," The man looked satisfied at the screen. "3:00. Logan Bolton."
"I'll just sit over there." Sharpay smiled and turned back around to sit in the waiting area.
She waited for what felt liken hour, when in reality it was only ten minutes until someone came into the practice. She was expecting it to be Troy but it was a younger man.
"Appointment with Doctor Jenkins," she heard him tell the receptionist. "Anthony Rojas."
"Have a seat, Anthony. He'll be right with you."
The man sat across from Sharpay and her son, eying the blonde. "What?" she asked, annoyed.
"Cute baby." He told her.
"Thank you."
"He looks just like you," Anthony told her. "By the way, I'm Anthony."
"I'm Sharpay," Sharpay gave a small smile before kissing her son's head. "This is Logan"
"Hey, little man," Anthony came closer and bumped her son's nose. "You're cute."
Sharpay was about to ask Anthony how his day was going, to start a conversaton since she would more than likely be waiting for the pediatriction a little longer when the familiar looking Latino man appeared in the waiting room. "Sharpay, Logan," He signaled behind him. "I'm ready."
"I'm sorry." Sharpay stood up and was beginning to walk away when Anthony grabbed her wrist.
"Wait," he stopped her. "I was wondering something.."
"What?" Sharpay asked.
"Would you like to go out tonight?" he asked. "Dinner or something."
Sharpay sighed and licked her lips. She hated being hit on when she was already married. Not to mention while she was with her children. "I'm sorry," she flashed the ten carat diamond wedding set on her left hand. "I'm already spoken for."
Before Anthony had the chance to respond, the built man rushed through the door. "Babe, I'm sorry I'm late. I was stuck with the editor."
Troy placed his hand on his wife's lower back, leaving a kiss on her cheek. "Who's this?" He asked, examining the man speaking to his wife.
"I'm Anthony. Nice to meet you," the men shook hands. "I should go have a ciggaratte. Sorry for intruding."
"I'll make sure to pick some up, Berta," Troy said into his phone. "I'm going to the market for some groceries before heading back. Okay? Okay. Bye."
He placed his phone in his lap and put his car back into drive. "Graham, we're going to the market before going home. Or do you want me to drop you off first?"
"Can I get something, Daddy?" The five year old asked his father happily from the back seat. "I was good today."
"I don't see why not, son," Troy grinned and turned his focus back to the road.
Troy finally pulled the SUV to a stop in front of the market. He parked near the front since there was a "Parents with small children" assigned parking space. He had a small child.
Before Troy could help Graham out of his booster seat, or get out of the SUV, Graham was already running into the supermarket. "Hurry, Daddy!"
"Graham Benjamin Bolton!" Troy rushed after his son, locking the car while running. "Wait for me!"
Graham stood beside a cart when Troy finally reached him. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked his son.
"I seen Mommy's car. I think she's here," Graham rolled the cart over to his dad. "Let's go find her."
"Buddy," Troy lifted his son into the cart. "A lot of people own cars just like ours. It's probably not Mommy. Mommy's working."
"I want pasta," he told his dad, getting distracted by the Kraft Dinner sign. "Can we get KD?"
"Yeah," Troy pushed the cart over to the boxes of Kraft Dinners. He examined them, realizing there weren't any multigrain ones there. "We'll go in the pasta aisle. There's no multigrain."
Troy pushed the cart down the aisles until he discovered the pasta. He quickly pushed the cart into that aisle. "Creamy or regular?" He asked his son.
"I want creamy, Daddy!" Graham pratically yelled.
"Okay!" Troy laughed and grabbed four boxes of creamy multigrain Kraft Dinner.
Troy looked down the aisle and grabbed spaghetti noodles, and more pasta. He was about to grab some low fat lasagna noodles when he bumped into a woman. "So sorry, ma'am."
"Mommy, look he's so cute." he heard a girl by the cart.
"Troy?" Gabriella looked surprised. "I swear I had no idea you would be here."
"What a small town," Troy groaned and returned to his cart. "Graham, say bye it's time to go."
"Daddy, that girl has blue eyes like my brothers. Dylan has blue eyes too. Right, Daddy?" Graham pointed towards Gabriella and her daughter.
Troy sighed and looked over at Gabriella's daughter. She did somewhat resemble William. But she couldn't be his. Gabriella left and would have turned back if she found out she was pregnant.
"Babe!" Sharpay appeared. "Wow! I thought I heard Graham."
"Mommy!" Graham smiled at the sight of his beautiful mother. "Daddy said you weren't here. I seen your car, Mommy. Outside."
Sharpay smiled and hugged her son. "Hi, my boy," she looked at Troy. "My other boy."
Troy placed his hands around her waist and bent down so they could share a passionate kiss, locking lips for what felt like forever. "How was work?" he asked, pulling away.
"Not as good as I would have hoped but it was decent," Sharpay admitted. "My sales for the website have gone up 8.7% though. So that's good."
"I'm so proud of you, Sharpay." Troy gave a boyish smile.
"Not as proud as I am of you, my magazine making husband." she smiled.
"Mommy," Graham waved his hands to get his mother's attention. When she came to his side, he pointed to Gabriella and her daughter. "Doesn't she have blue eyes just like Logan's, and Dylan's and Willy?"
Sharpay's smile dropped when she laid her eyes on the brunette. Her mood dropped as well after she laid eyes on the younger version of Gabriella Montez. "Is that her?"
That seemed to get Gabriella's attention. She walked towards the Bolton family. "Sharpay!"
Sharpay wanted so much to just slap this woman but she couldn't. She tried to resist the urge. She remembered what Marina had suggested. Inviting Gabriella for dinner wouldn't be so bad? Would it? It would. It would put the family in chaos.
"Gabriella," Sharpay forced a smile and looked at the other girl. "Little Gabriella."
"Um," Gabriella licked her lips, feeling uncomfortable. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," Sharpay said coldly, but hid her coldness with a laugh. "We're just picking up a few things for tonight. So weird seeing you here."
"Yeah well, I live here now," Gabriella told her. "We also need food."
"Why don't you join us for dinner?" Sharpay asked, feeling Troy's hand flinch on her back. She looked at him. He shot her a look that said 'what are you doing?'.
"I don't have anything planned." Gabriella nodded.
"Why did you do that? I don't want to see her." Troy whispered to his wife as she stripped out of her work clothes.
"I wanted to see how she was." Sharpay answered, pulling her bra off, revealing her bare breasts.
"What about William?" Troy groaned. "He's going to be upset. This is going to be terrible."
"Don't be so dramatic," Sharpay rolled her eyes and sat next to him on the bed. "Will's on that overnight trip to Taos. Did you forget about that? Dylan's sleeping over at Alex's. It's not going to be terrible."
"You promised me we'd have tonight to ourselves. It was our first night alone in a long time," he faked pouted and gently pushed his wife back, pressing their bodies together. "I want you."
"Mm," Sharpay felt slightly aroused but tried her hardest to resist the urge. "Gabriella's right downstairs. She's waiting for dinner. We can't, babe."
"Come on," Troy left soft kisses down her neck, causing her to moan. He went lower, finally pecking her breasts while his hands ran up and down her leg. "We can be a few minutes late. It is our house."
"Mm, okay," Sharpay finally gave him and joined their lips. "We have to be quick, though."
"You have a lovely home." Gabriella glanced around her surroundings.
"Thank you," Sharpay pulled her messy hair into a ponytail. "It was a complete dump before we bought it. We fixed it up and now it's home."
Troy coughed. "Yeah. It was a fun project."
Sharpay glanced at her husband, smiling at the thought of them in their bedroom just twenty minutes earlier. She could tell he was thinking about the same thing but she could also tell she had something else on his mind. She was feeling somewhat insecure with the way he kept looking at Gabriella.
Gabriella's phone began ringing and she immediately answered it. "Hey, Mom. No. I'm at a friend's place. Okay, I'll be there soon," she hung up and looked at the couple and their two children. "I have to get going."
"I'll walk you out." Troy kissed Sharpay's forehead an started walking towards the front door, Gabriella following behind him.
Once they were outside, and the door closed behind him, Troy looked at Gabriella. "Why'd you come back? Everything was going great."
"I didn't just come back because of the job offer," Gabriella admitted, and was interrupted by Troy.
"You don't say!" He sarcastically yelled.
"I came back for Will," she told him. "William is my son. I want to be in his life. I want him to know his sister."
"You're a little too late, Gabriella," Troy told her. "William is a teenager now. Maybe if you came back when he was five, it would have been possible to have had a relationship with him. But I don't think you can now."
"That's my son." Gabriella repeated. "I will get custody one way or another."
"I don't think so." Troy looked at her.
"I love you," Gabriella said without thinking, eyes fixtated on his lips. "I always have. I've never stopped."
Hearing the last few words of Gabriella's confession made Sharpay's heart shatter into a million pieces. "I'm done." she said quietly, realizing Troy would probably choose her over their marriage.
"Mommy! I want ice cream." She heard her son call her from the dining room. She immediately contained herself and went to tend to their children.
AN: The story's just beginning! I'm going to challenge you and say ten reviews in the next twenty-four hours and an update! If not, I'll probably take a little longer to write it. Review!