2 years later
Gabriella waddled from one room to the next as she carried some towels to the living room for packing. Getting around the apartment was getting harder and harder. With the move going on she was spending most of her time packing and shuffling around boxes, but packing up an entire apartment when your 7 months pregnant wasn't easy.
"Oh my god do you think there's going to be ghost in the bedroom?" Sharpay said as she used a roll of pink duct tape to seal a box.
"Like the Lincoln room?" Taylor said as she held open a zip lock bag of cereal for her daughter to munch on.
"I hear that the white house is like super haunted." Sharpay said making a new box. "I mean it makes sense all those old people dying."
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Great now when I'm all alone in that big gigantic house I'm going to have you both to blame for sleeping with the light on." Gabriella said fingering the towel she was putting into the box.
Taylor laughed. "You're going to be fine," Taylor said with a giggle.
Gabriella raised a brow as she patted the box in front of her. "Shar you can seal this one up and smack a linen label on it."
"Awesome." Sharpay reached for the box and picked it up. "Thanks again for talking my stupid brother into letting Zeke and I move in."
Gabriella shrugged. "Four years is a long time and with a baby on the way this apartment won't be big enough to come back to."
"I don't think any house will be big enough after living in the white house." Taylor said with a shrug. "And who to say it's only four years."
Gabriella grinned as she held her stomach, "I'm so proud of him."
"We all are he's the president of the United States of America!" Sharpay said with a cheerful glee. "Mom and dad have now deemed him god."
The three woman laughed as Gabriella made her way to his office to get another box, walking into the room she smiled as she looked around at all the empty shelves and piles of documents on his desk. Walking over she noted a black portfolio. One she remembered all too well. With a sigh she picked it up, she hadn't seen this in 2 years. It was the divorce papers Troy had signed. Opening it she looked at the page, a murky unhappiness clouding around her. Lifting the page she looked at the last page where she took a sharp breath. There on the line where his signature should have been were the words. I love you. He never wanted a divorce. He never even really signed the papers. She stared at the ink on the page, feeling any uncertainty about her husband slipping away and being replaced with love and admiration. He was never going to let her go.
"You need some help in there Gabi?" Taylor called as she entered the room behind her. Gabriella shook her head as her smile pulled on the corners of her mouth. Shutting the portfolio she looked off into the distance. Placing it back in its place in a pile on his desk she turned to face Taylor who was looking at the pile of empty boxes. "How much more linen do we have?"
"I think we have just a few more towels." Gabriella said unable to hide her smile.
Taylor smiled back at her with curiosity, "What happy pill did you take your glowing?"
"I love my husband."
"And he loves you," Taylor said with a small grin. "God, I'm beginning to miss the days were you guys just avoided each other." she said playfully as she picked up another box.
Gabriella shook her head and placed a hand on stomach as she looked around the office. "I sure am going to miss it here."
"I know what you mean." Troy voice sounded from the door way. His suit was wrinkled from the day his tie loosen and his jacket over his arm as he looked around the office.
Taylor held the box closer to her and waved as she walked by him and out of the room back to where Sharpay was marking boxes.
"I love you," Gabriella said.
"Did I do something?" Troy asked reaching out his free hand to wrap it around her in greeting hug.
"I just do." Gabriella said standing on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the lips.
Troy let out a low moan as he pulled her closer. "I can kick them out and we can finish packing together," he said in low voice. "Clothing optional,"
Gabriella playfully swatted at him as she pulled away. "Is that all you think about?"
Troy chuckled, "What happen to the 'I love you'?"
Gabriella rolled her eyes. "If you pack up the office," Gabriella said with shrug. "Maybe I'll sleep naked tonight." Winking at him she walked past him leaving him in the room with sulky pout.
"Trouble." He murmured as he put his jacket down on up of a box and begun to loosen his tie so he could remove it.
The End.
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