A month has passed and Troy hasn't heard of Gabriella at all. Everyday he would call her and every time he did, she either rejected the call or she just let it go to voicemail. He never spend a minute in his life not thinking about Gabriella and what the future will hold for them. He can't help but thinking about his daughter growing up without him and wondered if Gabriella would ever forgive him for his mistake.
Although he has never seen Gabriella for a month, Troy knows she comes home whenever he's at work. Every day, there will always be something not in place. Like the pillow on the couch that suddenly turned over, the milk in the fridge keeps getting lesser every day and that the apartment will smell just like her favourite Body Shop perfume. To prove his claim, he placed all of Gabriella's mail on the coffee table and by the time he gets home, her mails are gone.
One day, he decided to skip work and stay at home to catch Gabriella whenever she comes home. He knows it may seemed desperate but what other choice does he have? She won't take his calls or messages. Troy suspected that she have been living with her old roommate, Sharpay but Troy was afraid that when he does come to their apartment, she would hate him even more.
To kill time while waiting for Gabriella to get home, Troy entered the nursery and spent the whole time finishing the decorations and putting up the crib. He know he should not bother completing the nursery but he has this feeling in his heart that Gabriella will come back to him together with their child and they will be a happy family. But at the same time he can imagine seeing his parent's dissappointed faces when he tells them about the divorce and then they will forced him to an arranged marriage with a woman which he does not love.
Troy was still in the nursery when Gabriella quietly enters the apartment and began searching for her missing item. Her sketchbook. She could not believe she lost it yet again. Every day she have been coming back to the apartment to search for it. It's a good thing she remembers Troy's working schedule. Whenever Troy's away at work, Gabriella quietly comes back to the apartment and leaves on time before Troy comes home from work. Although Troy have been contacting Gabriella, letting her know that he knows that she have been coming back to the apartment, Gabriella chose to ignore him. She doesn't have time to talk to him neither does she wants to see him again.
She wished it was easier to search at the lower part of the shelves. With her 8 month pregnant belly, it made her search difficult.
"Looking for something?" Gabriella's heart completely stopped when she heard a familiar voice. She turned around and right there stood Troy, smirking while holding up her sketchbook. "You know, you keep on losing this. Maybe you should put a leesh on it so you won't have to search for it anymore."
Gabriella didn't know what to respond so she just walked up to him and tried to take her book back but Troy held it up high enough so that she couldn't reach it. "You don't really think I would give this to you right away, do you?" he asked.
"Just give me the book back Troy," Gabriella said.
"So we're doing this again are we?" Troy replied.
"Doing what? What are you talking about?" Gabriella asked, knowing what the answer is.
"Come on, you can't seriously forgot how we met the second time do you?" Troy asked.
"What, you're going to make us reenact the scene? Well fat chance," Gabriella responded.
"Not exactly reenact. This time it will base loosely on it. Just like the in movies. I will only give this back to you if you talk to me," Troy said.
"Hello? What do you think we're doing now? We're not exactly dancing now," Gabriella replied.
"You know what I mean," Troy said, this time looking serious. "Let's just talk for a while. Please."
"No. I have nothing to say to you anymore Troy. I am done. Done with this lie and you," Gabriella said.
"Look, just let me tell you something important," Troy pleaded.
"Tell me what? That you're a chicken who's afraid to tell the truth. Well pinocchio, one day, your parents will just see how long that nose of yours is and pretty soon, you'll be turn to a donkey," Gabriella spatted.
Troy is about the lose his temper but he took a deep breath to control it, "Would you just let me tell you something without you being a brat?"
Gabriella gave him an unbelivable look, "Oh I'm the brat? Well at least I didn't grow up with a golden spoon in my mouth. At least I learn how to obey my parents unlike you. You think you're the rebel of your family don't you? You can do whatever you want, whenever you want and you think it doesn't affect your parents. Well news flash, they are affected by it. I can relate to how your father feels about you not becoming a lawyer. You're just a big dissappointed to your family. Oh I pity your friends who has to put up listening to you complain about your parents."
"You wish you were one and trust me, I'm not the big dissappointment here," Troy fought back. "At least I didn't grow up depending on daddy's bank account until I don't know what to do in my life and only started decided what to do at the last minute. At least I didn't trap myself in a dead end job. At least I did not regret not listening to my father and see him die."
Gabriella responded to him by pushing his chest angrily, "Don't bring up my father into this!" she shouted as tears started to form in her eyes. "And don't act like you know me because you don't. You act like you do but you just don't. You don't know how I really feel about the whole marriage thing. You don't know how I really feel about this pregnancy. You didn't even give me a say to anything because everything has to go according to you."
Troy thought about what she said. She was right. He never asked Gabriella about what she feels throughout the whole fake being marriage thing. Troy has been controlling her and telling her what to do and what not to do. "I'm sorry."
"For what? It's too late for apologies. I'm filing the divorce papers tomorrow," Gabriella said.
"So you're just going to leave like that? Now you're not giving me a say to this," Troy said.
"What more can you say to this? You did the first half of decision of our marriage and now it's my turn," Gabriella replied.
"But don't you want to the three of us to be a family? What about our baby? Does she gets a say to this?" Troy tried.
"Don't bring my baby up to this," Gabriella warned.
"She's our baby Gabriella. We conceived this baby together. What if she does have something to say to this," Troy responded.
Gabriella ignored his response and took a deep breath, "What are you trying to do to me Troy?" she asked.
"I'm not going to sign divorce papers Gabriella. I don't want us to end," Troy replied.
"Why? So you can trap me again in all this lie?" Gabriella asked.
"Of course not-"
"Then we're done," Gabriella declared. "You can keep the book. I'm sure you can tell you mom that I'm giving the studio back," she said while walking away.
Troy knew this argument is going nowhere. He grabbed Gabriella by her wrist, "Gabriella please, don't go," he pleaded.
"What is there left for me Troy? Nothing. Nothing is coming out of this. Please, just leave me alone. The more I look at you, the more I am regretting everything that has happened to me for the past few months," Gabriella said.
"I don't believe that. I know you don't regret anything that has happened," Troy said, still holding onto Gabriella's wrist.
Gabriella tried to release from Troy's grip but failed, "Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Stop trying to make me change my mind. It won't work. I made up my mind. I want a divorce! I want you out of the baby's life! I want you out of my life!" Gabriella shouted as she released herself out of Troy's grip but suddenly she stopped as she felt a stinging pain in her stomach.
"Are you ok?" Troy asked concernly.
"...yeah..." Gabriella said as she put her hand on her belly but her face showed her pain expression.
"Are you sure?" Troy asked again as he hold onto her arm. Gabriella then hissed in pain as she clenched onto Troy's hand. "You're not ok. We have to get you to the hospital. You might be in labour."
"No! I'm not. It's just...a false alarm," Gabriella said.
"How do you know that? Your water just broke," Troy pointed out.
Gabriella checked her legs. Troy was right. Her water did broke. She was literally having a panic attack right now. She could not move at all. "B-b-but I can't be in labor. I'm not 9 months yet. I'm not ready. I'm not prepared for this."
"I know you're not but let's just get to the hospital right now ok? You're going to be fine," Troy encouraged as he grabbed his wallet and keys.
"What if the baby isn't fine?" Gabriella asked while tears and dropping from her eyes.
"You'll both be fine. Come on," Troy said while leading Gabriella to the door.
"Wait," Gabriella said. Troy turned back to look at her and all she did was walked up to him and kissed him softly on his lips. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "Let's go," she whispered softly.
"Yeah," was all Troy could say. He didn't know what is going to happen next but he hoped it's nothing ugly.
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