Chapter 41- Losing Streak and Valentines Day

"Damn it!" I growled, I tossed the papers to the side and I rested my hand on my almost 8-month belly. We had finished January and we gliding through February. It was currently February 10, I would be 8 months on February 20 and I was due on April 2. Not much time left, I sighed and rubbed my temple.

Things at the house have been extremely stressful, Troy and Chad were on a losing streak, five games now. Not that it is hurting them going to playoffs not yet anyways but playoffs are coming and it was going to hurt if something happened. I have been working my butt off on the applications that I keep getting for the camps.

I had to first sort them into what group they were in, how high there sickness was. As if if you were on Chemo, I had to make sure the hospital knew everything about each of the children. I know I liked the camp most with no health issues; diabetes is not too hard either.

"Are you okay in there?" Taylor called, I sighed and I closed my eyes. "Yes and no" I murmured

I heard her laugh and she walked into my bedroom where I sat, "Gabi, what's up?" I rubbed my temple and she came over and sat down on the bed.

"Oh well Troy has been grumpy as hell, I have been doing this for like a week straight and I am tired as hell" I mumbled, she nodded and set down. Taking my laptop way from me and saving my document before shutting my laptop. Protests coming from my lips but she only shook her head.

"There game is starting, let's go. Take a break and enjoy the game okay?"

"But Taylor, I need to get these in! We only have a few months until the first camp!" I complained she only shook her head. "Gabi, you have till the middle of June! Relax!"

I groaned and I rubbed my temples while I heard our front door burst open, Taylor and I both looked at each not expecting anybody.

"Hello?" Taylor yelled I heard jumbled feet and my bedroom door opened quickly, "Gabi!" I looked up to see Kyle; I took a deep breath and looked at Kyle.

"What?" I asked, he looked at me for a second and then swallowed I kept looking at him.

"I don't know if it is true or not but I heard that Troy might be hurt, I was listening the ESPN radio and the title to the next subject was Troy Bolton may be hurt" I panicked and I jumped out of bed, I went racing down the stairs, Kyle and Taylor yelling at me to slow down. My iPhone was sitting on the couch at least that is where I last left it.

I cut through the kitchen and into the living room to see it sitting there, just waiting it seems like. I grabbed it and typed his number in a rush. My fingers shaking, Kyle and Taylor were both standing behide me. Kyle was switching on the TV as I listened to the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Troy!" I said into the phone, I could hear him sigh in the background, "You okay?" He asked I only shook my head.

"The question is are you okay? I am hearing news reports that you may be hurt and I don't even get a damn phone call from you and if I was hurt you would be hear by now if you haven't heard from me." I said I felt tears choke up my throat, so the ending of my sentence is all grumble together.

After I finished my sentence I was greeting with silence, I choked back some tears; I heard his breathing over the phone.

"I am sorry Brie; I didn't want you to worry"

"Worry my ass Troy, I am almost 8 months Pregeant, your on the road, and have been nothing but mean." I said, "Gabi, I don't what to start this" He growled

"What's wrong with you" I spat at the phone, trying to control myself, "I hurt my wrist and two fingers, and nothing is broken just…messed up. I am still able to play, since it was my left hand." He said I sucked in a breath and then released it.

"Troy, thanks for telling me" I snapped, "How long ago did this happen?" I asked numbly

"Two days ago, it's healing fine"

I looked at the TV screen blankly, "It happened during that pass to Luke didn't it; I saw a shock of pain go through your face. I knew something wasn't right when they showed you on the bench moving it around, damn it." I said and then I plopped down on the couch.

"I don't want to talk about it"

"Fine" I said, my stubborn side kicking in.

"So how are you?" He asked, a thin frown placed over my lips, "I don't want to talk about" I said, a frustrated sigh blew from his mouth.

"Whatever, I have to go time to start warming up" His monotone voice said, I only nodded and hung up my phone. I tossed my phone onto the couch. Taylor and Kyle just looked at me, "What happened?"

I groaned and I closed my eyes. I rubbed my temples and then looked up at them, "Hurt his wrist and two fingers passing the ball. I don't know what but it blew into a huge argument which is happening a lot lately." I told them, Taylor and Kyle both frowned.

"A lot?"

I slowly nodded my head, "Yeah, ever since the end of January" I whispered

They both only nodded and we watched the pre-game show but I sat there and I want to cry. I hated fighting with Troy and I felt like that is all we did lately.

When the game started it started slowly, Troy was playing all right. Making baskets, passing ok not the best but he was doing it. They were losing to Indiana, I sighed and I stood up. I went to the kitchen and I sat on the barstool and laid my head on the counter. "It will be fine," Kyle, said, I lifted my head.

"Just the way everything is starting to work out, about a month before the baby is supposed to be born. It can't all be falling apart now," I told him sadly, he nodded; he came over and gave me a hug. "I don't think Troy wants you to worry," He said

"I don't know if Troy even cares anymore" I said, I could not even sum up the tears right now. "Gabi, I know Troy cares it's just the losing streak they are going through," Kyle said, I let my head lay against his chest.

"Why does he have to act this way though?" I asked quietly, he only shook his head. "Gabi he is making millions doing this, he wants to make you proud to call him your girlfriend. It's a guy thing but I am betting that's what's going through his head." Kyle said, I whimpered a little.

"But he doesn't even tell me when he gets hurt! He would have freaked out if I didn't tell him," I said, Kyle pulled back again. "Gabi, it's another guy thing. They do not you to worry about them but they worry about you. We think it's our job," He said to me in all honesty. I pulled back from him and then looked at him, "Gabi the game is coming back on," Taylor yelled. I felt stiff and I started to move back towards the living room.

We watched the end of the game and they were losing horribly, I saw Troy nervous glances all the time. I saw worried looks after a while, then I saw his pissed expression in the last two minutes when nothing was going right. Kobe passed the ball to the other team twice, Troy tried three three-pointers and missed them all, Chad kept missing easy shots, and the rest of the team was just the same. I groaned and I buried my head deep into the couch.

When the game was over, I got up and headed to my room, not even a word from Taylor or Kyle. I went up and I tossed my phone on the bed. I went to my bathroom and put my hair into a low ponytail and I changed my clothes. I felt the tears coming to my eyes that my phone has not rung yet and it has been 15 minutes since the end of the game. It was usually the first thing he did.

I turned off my bathroom light and I looked onto my bed to see Oreo sitting there. I smiled softly and I crawled into my bed. She came leaping up and giving me a hug.

"I know Oreo, I know daddy hasn't called yet" I said sadly, she only licked my face and curled up next to me. I sighed softly and I grabbed my cell phone even seeing a text message. I felt tears swirl my eyes and I tossed my phone onto the ground. I heard my door creak open.

"Go away" I mumbled, the person came and sat down on the bed, I pulled the blanket off my head to see Taylor sitting there.

"Taylor I don't want to talk" I whispered, she only nodded her head and then began to get up, "Chad called and said Troy wasn't very happy. He stormed out of the locker room before anybody could talk to him. He changed and poof, Chad went to find him said he would call me back later" Taylor said, I wiped a few tears away, slide under the covers, and lay on my side. Taylor sighed and rubbed my back then left turning the light off. Oreo snuggled closer to me and I kissed the top of her fluffy head.

"At least you still love me Oreo"

It was Valentines Day and I had not heard from Troy since our phone fight. Four days ago, I lay in bed and sunk lower down. I pulled my phone up to my face to see no new messages.

Troy had a basketball game yesterday and one on the 16th. Either of them at home so I was not totally expecting him to be here, I knew he was not going to be here.

I heard a knock on my door and I did not say anything. Oreo was sitting on my lap, my laptop shoved to the side.

"Hello" I smiled and in walked Lucille, a smile placed on her face as well. "How are you doing?" She asked, I only shrugged

"Troy called me the other day-," she said and a frown replaced the smile. "At least he called you," I mumbled, she looked at me for a second.

"What do you mean?" She asked me, she sat down on the corner of the bed, her eyes gazing at me. "He hasn't called me since his Indiana loss." I mumbled, "Actually before that" I added

Her jaw dropped a little and I looked down at my lap, I played with my fingers and I chewed on my lip. "I didn't image us this way right now, a month or so from the baby being born and we aren't even talking. I just-" tears choked up my talking. Tears racing down my cheeks and Lucille came over and set next to me.

"Oh honey," she whispered, I laid my head on her shoulder. "I didn't know, she just told me to give you this. He mailed it to me, he wanted me to give it to you since he knew I was coming up to help you," She said sadly, I swallowed the lump in my throat wiped a few tears away.

"I don't even know if he loves me anymore by the way he is acting," I said, she rubbed my back some more and then handed me an envelope.

"Honey, he is on a losing streak right now, a hurt wrist and fingers, being away from you" She said, I groaned and rolled my eyes, "Everybody is saying its because of the losing streak, why would Troy act like such a dick to me? And when did you know about his wrist?" I asked her, she looked at me for a second, "The night it happened"

"He kept it from me! He kept from me until I heard about it on the news!" I cried, she pulled me into a hug and then stroked my hair.

"He is-"

"Please don't tell me that it is a guy thing, that he just didn't want me to worry" I cried, she did not even continue her sentence. She pulled back and I played with the corner of the envelope.

"I am gonna go downstairs and get you some breakfast ok?" She said, I nodded and she then looked at my hands, "Open, see what he said" She said, I looked up and nodded. She left and I leaned back wiping more tears away.

I slipped my finger under the envelope and pried it open. I pulled the note out from it, a hand written note. It is not even a card, should I be scared to open it? Is it a break up note saying he was not coming back? The worst cases were running through my mind. I felt scared but I opened it with shaky hands.

Dear Brie,

Happy Valentines Day!

I know you are not happy with me, I know you are pissed at me; I know I have screwed up big time. I am just a little pissed off. I miss you a lot too Brie and I wanted to tell you this but I just…ugh. I really wish everything would go back to normal; maybe signing with the Lakers was not a good thing. Maybe I should not keep doing this if it is going to hurt us. I have to think about you and the baby first and it has been bugging me a lot lately that you are not happy, that you want me around more and…I really want to make you happy. If you are not happy, you know I am not happy.

I am sorry I have not called you; I just do not know what to say anymore. I just want to make you happy and the last time we talked, it was a fight. I keep trying to dial your number but I cannot get myself to send the call. I cannot call you because I am just scared of hearing you upset again. I know Chad has been telling you stuff, I ran out frustrated because on the court all I could think about was you. When I could not be found the entire night and came back drunk it was because I wanted to clear my mind but I could not stop thinking about you defeating the whole point. I had a hangover the next morning. I am now sounding like Troy Bolton junior year, telling you all of this on your balcony.

You have no idea how bad I feel for making you miserable for not calling you, texting but it hurt me. I was needed time to think and I am sorry. I am so sorry.

Now that I said all of this you probably hate me, you probably hate me and never want to see me again. I would not blame you. I was a complete dick to you and I am sorry. This is not probably the ideal Valentines Day I know I am sorry.

However, please think back to that time on your balcony, the happy Troy Bolton and the happy Gabriella Montez…

I love you forever and always

-Love Troy 3

I dropped the piece of paper and tears rolling down my cheeks. I tossed my blankets over the side of my bed and I headed to my own balcony I had now. I slide open the door and I stood out in the California sun. I looked out over the ocean to see it sparkling with the bright blue water.

In New Mexico, I saw a tree, I saw nothing but a backyard but now I had so much more. I cried and I wiped a few tears away. I held onto the bar. I finally just slide down the rail and I held my stomach. The baby kicking like a crazy mess, I heard the bedroom door open and close but I kept my eyes out towards the ocean and the sky.

"I am fine Lucille, I just…need some time alone," I said softly, she did not respond back quickly. It was actually quiet, I thought she left and I was alone. I just looked back over the ocean to see the seagulls flying. I rubbed my stomach back and forth.

I heard some footsteps but I looked forward, "Lucille seriously I am fine," I said, letting my head drop a little.

"W-What if I am not Lucille?" his voice said I felt my head spin around, like crazy. I stood up slowly and I looked into those ocean eyes, kind of like my view.

"Troy, I-" I didn't finish my sentence a little star struck

He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and then looked down I stepped forward slowly.

"I thought you couldn't come home" I said quietly, he looked up and ran his fingers through his hair. "Brie, I bend the rules a little" he said a smile formed onto his face.

I protected my stomach with my hands, I looked at him and then tears formed in my eyes again. After I had just stopped crying, I galloped forward and straight into his arms.

"Troy" I whispered, his arms grasped around me like a drowning guy, his arms tight around me, not letting go.

"Oh Brie" He said quietly, he lifted my up and then set me back down, his hands starting to rub my stomach, the baby settling down a little.

"Troy, I think this baby is going to love you. Ever time you touch my stomach the baby doesn't kick as hard" I said softly, he kissed the top of my head and I let my head fall on his chest.

"Troy, don't quit the Lakers. Not yet, ok, we are just trying to figure everything out and my hormones are running high, really high right now so it doesn't help our cause. Give it a little while ok, I love you no matter what's going on but I am almost 8 months Pregeant and it's tough to control my emotions." I told him, he rubbed my back and then kissed my temple.

"As long as you are okay with it Brie," he laced his fingers through mine "I want you to know that I am completely and utter in love with you. I just don't want to see either of us gets hurt in this"

"I understand it all Troy, I really do and I will admit I am scared. I am scared something will happen but you are the one that would drag me back to you. You are hard not to love" I said, he smiled and kissed my lips.

"I am once again I am so sorry for being such an ass, dick, asshole" I laughed and I rubbed his chin, "Troy its okay, I forgive you. I wasn't helping you at all." It was silent for a few minutes before Troy spoke up.

"Why don't we do something for Valentines day instead of mopping around? I think we have had plenty of that in the last 3 days," He said, I smiled and I kissed him. "Thank you"

We both got ready, we laced our hands together, and walked downstairs, I saw Chad and Taylor in a loving embrace. Lucille and Kyle were both talking. Oreo was messing around in the living room.

"I love how everything can feel so wrong one minute, then the next its all better" I whispered, he smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Mom, Dad, Gabi and I are going out before I have to leave for the next three days" Troy said, we had been apart for two weeks, only talking by cell phone. Well except for the last few days as you, know…

"Ok, well see you later!" Lucille said, we both smiled and headed out the door. We were going to walk to the beach, hang out there for the day since it was seventy-five degrees outside today, and sit in the sand. Then we were going to go catch a movie and some dinner before his flight at eight.

Once we seated comfortably on the sand, I was sitting between his legs and his hand his hands rested on my stomach, feeling the baby kick at my bladder.

"So I wasn't going to go through this with no gift," He mumbled into my neck, I felt my face blush and he grabbed my hand. "Troy you didn't have to" I told him with all honesty.

"No, I had too" He said, he then pulled a box out of his jeans. It was too big to be a jewelry box, but it was not that big since he could pull it out of his jeans.

I started to pull the paper back and I saw it was a jewelry box, I gasped slightly and I opened it up. It was a diamond necklace with some diamond earrings.

"Holy Shit Troy" I whispered, I touched the necklace, it sparkled, and it sparkled amazingly. "You like it?" He asked quietly, I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Troy! I love it!" I cried, I turned around and pinned him down on the sand. He let me do it easily, probably so I did not hurt myself. I kissed his lips and gave him a tight squeeze.

"Thank you" I whispered, he kissed my lips and we both sat up.

The losing streak was over…barely but it was. I clapped my hands as I watched the TV screen dance with the Lakers cheering.

"Finally" I whispered, Lucille and Taylor nodded in agreement. I grabbed my diamond necklace and played with it. I smiled remembering the rest of yesterday night.

We left the beach to go to the movies; we saw The Fighter and went to McDonalds for dinner. Not to romantic but it was a great night, the Fighter was a great movie too.

After that, I dropped Troy off at the airport and we kissed goodbye, I let go of his hand and he pulled me into a kiss, wishing me one last Happy Valentines day.

After he left, I went home to find roses and boxes of chocolate, my favorite. I ate some chocolates and I talked to him on the phone after he left, making it a wonderful night.

I texted him congratulating him, I said goodnight to the family and I headed upstairs. I smiled as I stripped and put on PJ's.

I was glad we were back on the right track…

I know most of you were thinking that it was an engagement ring, sorry I disappointed in that area but I have my ideas…*Sneaky look* anyways thanks for reading my chapter.

Now if you have read The Homeless Girls last Chapter and read the Author Note, then you don't need to read this, I am just copying and pasting what I put in the last one. So these guys know too, so thanks for reading it once! But you don't have to read it again…haha

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