"What do you mean your mother is moving in with us?" Gabriella asked frantically.
It was the same day after Troy got the news that his mother wanted to move into their apartment. They were now at the hospital waiting for the arrival of their doctor to see their first sonogram of the baby. At first, Gabriella told Troy not to come because she wanted to go alone but since Troy had received the news that morning, it was too big to wait to tell Gabriella so he decided to meet her in the hospital to tell her.
"She told me that she'll try to convince you to quit your job at the restaurant and just stay at home and start making your collection," Troy explained.
"She wants me to quit my present job to do my future job?" Gabriella pointed out.
"Look, I don't know what exactly she meant but whatever the case is, she's staying for perhaps a month or so or until you quit your job. You still have a chance to keep her away," Troy said.
"I don't want to quit my job at the restaurant just yet. How else do I get to bring food home fast without me cooking?" Gabriella asked.
"There are these places called fast food restaurant, Gabriella," Troy pointed out.
"It wouldn't be the same!" Gabriella exclaimed.
"Look, can you imagine yourself waiting tables with a big belly in the first place?" Troy asked.
"I didn't say I was going to stay at the job forever Troy. Just until I'm ready to go," Gabriella said.
"Are you ready to go?" Troy asked.
"Opposite of yes," Gabriella answered.
"Look, it's either you quit your job or my mother will live with us until this baby is born," Troy said.
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "You're just being selfish," she said.
"I'm the one who's selfish? Where am I supposed to sleep at when my mother sleeps in my room?" Troy asked.
"You could try the living room couch. I slept there once and it was surprisingly comfortable," Gabriella said.
"Not helping," Troy said.
"Troy, what do you want me to do? I'm stressed out as it is. I don't want to quit my job because where else will I get my money from? And with this baby, we'll need to provide more financial for him or her. I don't think we can live with your family's money for the rest of our lives. One day, the money is just going to stop," Gabriella said.
"Hello? I'm working too. I made almost a million dollar last year and I am one song away from being promoted to being recording producer. Do you know how much they pay a producer? Money isn't the issue for us right now," Troy said.
"What if you don't get the job? We have to have a back-up Troy," Gabriella pointed out.
"Why are you so worried?" Troy asked frustratingly.
"I just don't want to keep depending on other people like I did while depending on my dad for everything!" Gabriella admitted loudly.
The two then fell silent. Gabriella has always been depended on her father on everything since she was a little girl. After college, her father told her to be a responsible adult and find a job on her own but she still has her father with her to help her during times in need. Right now, she has nobody to turn to except Troy. She didn't want her own child to end up just like her.
The silence was broken when their doctor entered the room.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Jane Kingston. You must be Gabriella Montez-Bolton and this must be your husband…"
"Troy," Troy finished while shaking his hand.
"It's nice to meet you. I see that just yesterday you found out that you were already 8 weeks along. How are you feeling?" Doctor Kingston asked.
"Oh, you know, normal," Gabriella answered.
"I also hear you two just got married. May I ask if you were planning to have a child right away?" she asked again.
"No. Not at all. Trust me this came in shock to me as she was," Troy said immediately.
"Sure, he's the one who's shocked. Try going to the doctor and have him tell you that his sperm went inside my egg and got me pregnant," Gabriella said sarcastically, annoying Troy.
"Ooohkay...well, in any case, let's get started to have a sneak peek of your baby," Doctor Kingston said.
While the doctor was putting some gel on Gabriella's stomach, Troy leaned in to whisper to Gabriella.
"Are we still on the condom thing again?" he asked.
"Shut up Troy. You're not the one who needs a total wardrobe change. Do you know how much designer maternity clothing cost nowadays?" Gabriella spat back.
"Why do you always keep changing the subject every time we have an argument?" Troy asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't you read the instructions? Getting a woman pregnant comes with the hormonal package," Gabriella said sarcastically.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting something, but if you look the screen, you will be able to see the first image of your little bundle," Doctor Kingston said while pointing to the sonogram.
Troy and Gabriella both stopped fighting to look at the screen closely. "That is the head and that is the body," she continued.
"Wow…" Troy could only say.
"I'll leave you two a moment to yourselves. I'll be back at around five minutes or so."
Doctor Kingston left leaving Troy and Gabriella in the room alone while they stared in awe at the little fetus on the screen.
"Wow," Troy repeated. "That's…that's the baby. I mean, our baby."
Gabriella fell silent a little but then finally said something, "Yeah, it is."
"It looks like a little peanut there," Troy said. "You know, my brother always gushed about every time he sees Jeffery's sonogram. Back then, I didn't know what's the big deal was but now I can understand why he's so proud."
"You're proud of our baby? Even if we didn't plan it?" Gabriella asked.
"One thing I learn recently, you don't plan things to happen. Things just happen to you and you just have to accept it," Troy answered.
Gabriella smiled at Troy for the first time since he arrived. He couldn't sworn Gabriella was looking at his lips as if to think whether she could kiss him or not but she didn't. Instead she spoke.
"So about your whole sleeping arrangement, I think it would be more convenient if you slept in my room. We are married after all right? Your mom would have expected us to be sleeping in the same room after all," Gabriella said.
"Are you sure?" Troy asked.
"I guess we might have to get use to it. After you mom moves out, that room will have to be the baby nursery then," Gabriella answered.
"In that case, I guess it'll have to work for now," Troy said.
"But, of course they'll have to be something in between us to separate your side and my side," Gabriella ordered.
Troy rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
That evening when they got home, they found their apartment living room was filled with some boxes labeled: Lucille Bolton. Troy had to roll his eyes at it. Even though his mother hasn't exactly moved in, it seems like she's already there with them.
"Well, I guess she'll be making herself right at home," Gabriella pointed out sarcastically.
"Are you sure you don't want to quit your job just yet?" Troy reassured her.
"I'll think about it okay? You shouldn't make a pregnant woman stress Troy," Gabriella said. While on her way to her room, she saw a letter on top of the side table that had her name on it. Gabriella remembered the last time she got a letter like that when she was at the honeymoon with Troy. Troy's mother had sent her a letter telling her that she had bought the fashion studio just for her.
But when she opened the envelope, it wasn't a note from Troy's mother. Gabriella recognized the handwriting right away. She read it closely and kept staring at the letter as she finished reading. Troy noticed the letter she was reading.
"Is that another letter from my mom?" he asked.
"No. It's from my dad. He wants to have dinner with us tonight at 8 at the restaurant we went with to meet your parents about the wedding arrangements," Gabriella replied.
"Seriously?" he asked.
Gabriella nodded, "Seriously. What do you think he might want?"
"Maybe he might want to apologize for his actions like not being supportive and not attending the wedding," Troy answered.
"Gee Troy, thanks for reminding me," Gabriella said sarcastically. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he does want to apologize."
"What if he wants to know why we got married fast?" Troy asked.
"I've been thinking about that, maybe we should tell him. He's quite understanding. He won't tell," Gabriella said.
"Understanding? He isn't understanding when we said we wanted to get married," Troy pointed out.
"He has a reason to not be understanding. The news just probably came out as shock to him. Why else would he put us in this apartment in one of the most beautiful plazas in NYC?" Gabriella debated.
"Fine. Have fun then," Troy said.
"What are talking about? You're not staying home tonight. My dad says he wants to see the both of us and that means you and me," Gabriella said.
"No way. I got to come out with a song by the end of the month. I told you, I'm one song away from a promotion," Troy reminded her.
"So this means that you rather get your promotion than help your pregnant wife?" Gabriella asked innocently.
Troy let out his breath. Then again, maybe dinner with her dad wouldn't be so hard after all. Troy then remembered Mr. Montez's reaction when he disbanded Gabriella from his life. He looked angry but Troy could tell that deep inside, he was hurting inside. Troy thought that maybe Mr. Montez is one of those protective fathers who can't let go of his little princess.
That night, they arrived at Starr Restaurant, to see Gabriella's father there. On their way there, Troy could tell how nervous Gabriella is. He wouldn't blame her, he's nervous himself.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she replied. "But we know the plan right? When he asked why we got married, we tell him the truth. Right?"
"Can we still talk about that because I'm not so sure-," Troy got cut off.
"This is no time for you to be unsure Troy. Besides, if we finally tell someone about this, it's like lifting a weight from our shoulders," Gabriella said.
"What if the weight is not being lifted after we tell him?" he asked.
"Don't worry, it will," Gabriella assured him.
When they entered the restaurant, the waiter direct them to a table where Mr. Montez was seated at. They saw his playing with his glass of champagne and then he smiled when he saw the arrival of his daughter.
"Hi! So glad you two could make it!" Mr. Montez got up from his seat to hug his daughter tightly. "Oh, I miss you so much."
"I miss you too dad," Gabriella said.
"Before you sit, I would just like to apologize for my actions for the past few months. You have to understand how shock I felt when you told me about your engagement and I'm sorry for missing your wedding and not walk you down the aisle. I was just embarrassed of the lack of support I gave you. But you're grandmother told me about the wedding and she said it was beautiful and-," Mr. Montez got cut off by Gabriella.
"Dad, it's ok. It's not your fault," Gabriella said.
"No, no. It is. I was just being selfish and you don't deserve that," he replied.
Gabriella was about to reply but she felt the sudden urge to throw up. She tried to swallow her vomit to help her talk. "Um, dad, I'm going to the bathroom for a moment. Why don't you and Troy get to know each other? I'll be right back."
After Gabriella ran to the bathroom, Troy and Mr. Montez sat awkwardly in front of one another. Troy felt the most awkward. He barely knew Mr. Montez at all. How was he suppose to interact with him?
"Um, Troy, like I said just now, I deeply apologize for the lack of support I given you over this. I'm sorry for the temper I have thrown to you," he said.
"Oh, that's alright Mr. Montez," Troy said.
"No, no. Let me finish. The truth is; I was just upset that Gabriella has already found somebody she loves deeply and to spent her whole life with. I have to admit, I am a bit too much of a protective dad. I have been like this since she was a teenager. She didn't have a date to the senior prom because I didn't approve her date. But I can see why she seems to like you so much," Mr. Montez said.
"Really?" Troy asked.
"Yup. I did some research on you and you seemed to be a fine young man. Son of one of the top lawyers in the country and an accomplished songwriter. Which is weird considering Gabriella hates artistic guys. She says artistic guys are just so conceited but I guess she managed to overlook that quality in you," he continued.
Troy grew more afraid. This man did some research on him. But how? Was he a secret spy somehow? Not a moment later, Gabriella finally arrived at the table.
"There's my little girl. Please sit. I have something I have to tell you both," Mr. Montez said.
"Actually, we have something to tell you. Two things actually," Gabriella said.
"Me first," Mr. Montez insisted. "Well, I just thought that since I didn't make it for your actual wedding, why don't I help you to organize a second wedding for you two? We can have it at that country club you always go to. Remember when you told me that you wished you would get married at their private beach and then have the reception in the dining room?" Mr. Montez said.
Gabriella opened her eyes wide in shocked, "I said that when I was twelve dad. I didn't know what I was thinking. Plus, we don't need a second wedding. Trust me."
"Why not? It'll be like renewing your vows. Troy's family could be there too. I'm sure they won't mind attending a second wedding right?" he asked, looking at Troy.
"I guess. But really, you don't have to do this Mr. Montez," Troy said.
"No, no. I insist and now end of this discussion. Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?" he asked.
Troy and Gabriella stared at one another. Unexpected things just keep on happening to them for no reason. They know it just a bunch of punishments to teach them a lesson for lying to everybody.
"Well…"
Sorry to leave you hanging here but I have to keep up the suspense right?
Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I might be kind of busy this week so I won't be posting many chapters. But who knows, perhaps when I find time, I might post the chapter quite soon like tomorrow or by Friday.
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