It has been half and hour since Troy and Gabriella had arrived in the hospital. After the nurses put Gabriella in her room, Gabriella forcefully instructed Troy to stay at the waiting room and he did as she told. To be honest, Troy have never been so nervous in his life and he didn't even know what's more to be afraid of. Having something to be wrong with the baby or Gabriella.

He looked around the waiting room enviously as he watched couples happily talking to each other. Unfortunately happiness was one thing that doesn't exactly happen in his marriage with Gabriella. He needed to fix all of this. Troy took out his cell phone and was about the dial a number when a nurse came up to him.

"Uh, excuse me, are you Mr. Troy Bolton?" the nurse said with a weird accent in Troy's opinion.

"Yeah," Troy answered her slowly.

"Your wife's contractions has stopped a little. You can go in and see her now. She's in room 162," the nurse said.

"But she told me to stay here," Troy responded.

The nurse just smiled, "Trust me, she wants to see you." The nurse then walked away.

Troy hesitated to listen to the nurse and get yelled at or just listen to Gabriella and stay alive. Without even thinking, he stand on his feet and walked to Gabriella's door.

Inside room 162, Gabriella was all alone and in pain. Just as the nurse left, her contractions started again. It felt as if the baby had a knife inside her. She wondered if it was a good idea not letting Troy in. She didn't even know why she told Troy to stay out. Suddenly, there was someone opening her door.

"What do you want?" Gabriella said as she saw Troy at the door.

"I just thought you needed some company," Troy replied.

"Well I don't need one," Gabriella spatted.

"Yes you do," Troy insisted.

"No I don't. Now get out," Gabriella said as her contraction hits her.

Troy sighed in frustration, "You know, I don't get you. You are just so impossible to figure out."

"What's not to get about me? I'm easy to figure out," Gabriella debated.

Troy scoffs and rolled his eyes, "Yeah right."

"What is that suppose to mean?" Gabriella debated.

"Fine, I'll just say it. For the past few months, all you did to me was giving me all this mixed signals," Troy told her.

"Mixed signals about what?" Gabriella said obliviously.

"Mixed signals about us. One moment you look like you like me and then the next you'll insult me or scold me for something I didn't do or even for no reason at all. Like that time when we were in your dad's apartment. One minute you were kissing me and when we got back, you told me to just forget about it. What are you trying to do to me?" Troy asked desperately.

Gabriella kept quiet and stared at the wall, "I didn't think you were so into it," she said quietly.

"And just now when we were about to leave the house, you kissed me and now you're acting as if it never happened. What is that about?" Troy asked again.

"Why are you so hung up about this? You got some problems too you know," Gabriella said.

"Don't try to make this conversation about me. I want to talk about you. What do you want from me? Just tell me and I'll keep my mouth shut after that," Troy said.

"I want you to tell the truth. I hate lying to your parents and do you want to know why? Because I am starting to accept them as my own parents. Your mother is the kind of mother that has been missing in my life for years. Even though she's nosy and whatever, she is still consistent to make our marriage work. And your dad. I mean, stop hating him already. He loves you and you're just pushing him away. Why else do you think he's so upset with you? All I see you do with your parents is nothing but complain about them. How involved they are. How persistent they are. How forceful they are. They are only doing it because they want to help you," Gabriella told him. "All you need to do is just be a son to them. That is all they are asking from you. How are you going to be a good father if you're not respecting your own?" she added.

Troy looked down feeling embarassed. This was coming from someone he knew less than a year. But she was right. Troy have been pushing his parents away from his life ever since he got the chance to leave for college. His mother was always calling him every week during college and his dad had always wanted what's the best for him. "I never thought about it that way," he replied.

"Of course you didn't," Gabriella responded. "You have to make things right Troy. For your parents."

"Well what about you?"

Gabriella ignored his question and sighed, "I want you to leave right now Troy."

"What?"

"I want you to leave," she repeated. "Come back only when you make everything right," she said before having another contraction. "Just go!"

Troy obeyed her orders and left the room. She was right again. He have to make things right.

About twenty minutes later, Troy arrived at his parent's house. He took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell. He took another deep breath before someone opened the door.

"Troy? What are you doing here?" his mother asked as she answered the door.

"I need to talk to you about something. Where's dad?" Troy asked.

"You want to talk to your father?" Mrs Bolton asked with a surprised tone.

"Yeah. It's kind of important," Troy explained.

"Alright, come in," Mrs Bolton said.

A few minutes later, Troy, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton were all in the living room waiting to hear what Troy has got to say. Troy admits he was nervous more than ever. What if his parents don't understand? What if they asked him to leave Gabriella?

"Troy? What is it did you want to tell us?" Mrs. Bolton asked his son nicely.

Troy sighed, "What I am about to say might be...shocking and you guys are probably going to be mad or whatever but just hear me out ok?"

"Troy just tell us," Mr. Bolton said impatiently.

"Ok," Troy took a deep breath. "I have been lying to you all this time."

"I knew it! I know he's was just playing when he said he didn't want to be a lawyer. I told you Lucille," Mr. Bolton said.

"Jack, I'm confident that Troy is not talking about his big career move. Now let him finish," Mrs. Bolton responded. "I'm sorry Troy. Continue."

Troy nodded and continued, "I have been lying to you about Gabriella and our whole marriage is just a fake."

"What do you mean you're whole marriage is just a fake? I even framed your marriage certificate," Mrs. Bolton said.

"Troy please explain this to us clearly," Mr. Bolton insisted.

"When you guys first tell me that you were going to force me into marriage, I panicked about it so I lied to you that I was dating to someone to avoid it. So that's where Gabriella comes in. When I brought her here to meet you guys, I didn't think that you'd actually like her so much until you asked me to propose to her," Troy explained.

"How did you get Gabriella to lie for you?" Mrs. Bolton asked while Mr. Bolton kept quiet.

"I made her do this favor for me in return I give her back her design sketchbook that she accidently left behind when we first met. I made her marry me and promised her that if she keep helping me to lie to you, I'll do her anything she wants and she did," Troy answered.

"So all this time we thought you finallu found someone to settle down with, you were just lying? But the baby...how?"

"That's another story actually. One night, we got drunk and we slept together and we didn't use protection but we made a pact to stay together for the sake of you guys and the baby," Troy explained.

"Did Gabriella's father know about this?" Mr. Bolton asked angrily.

"Yes," Troy answered, ashamed.

"And you made him not tell us too?"

"No, I swear, he insisted not to tell you guys because he wanted our marriage to work. In fact, before he past away, he have been trying to make Gabriella and I together," he answered.

"Do you even love Gabriella?" Mrs. Bolton asked.

Troy looked at his mother sincerely, "Yes, I do. This is can't lie. I love her. And she loves you guys too. She said that you two are the parents that she needed in her life now that her father is gone."

"And we love Gabriella as well but does she love you?" Mrs. Bolton asked.

"That I'm not sure. We're having a very complicated relationship recently. You don't want to get into it," Troy said.

"Well Troy, I would be lying if I told you that we are not dissapointed in you," Mrs. Bolton said.

"I know and I don't blame you," Troy replied. "But can we continue this another time? Gabriella is in labor right now and I need to get going."

"What? She's in labor?" Mrs. Bolton inquired.

"Yeah, didn't I just said that?"

"Troy, you shouldn't be here in the first place. What is the matter with you boy?" Mrs. Bolton scolded.

"I just needed to tell you this so it won't get worse," Troy responded.

"We'll talk about this as soon as the baby is delivered. Call us after Gabriella gives birth, got it?"

"Yes mom," Troy said as he prepares to leave the house. Before running out of the living room, he stopped and turned back to his parents. "Thanks for listening to me. And just so you know, you guys did nothing bad raising me at all. It's all on me. I haven't been a good son to you guys so...I'm sorry."

Mrs. Bolton just smiled, "Just go."


Ok, I wrote this chapter in a hurry so I'm sorry if there's some mistake.

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