Gabriella walked out of Troy's bathroom connected to his bedroom, wrapping her robe around her naked body tighter. She hadn't been feeling well these past few weeks and today she wouldn't have even pulled herself out of his arms if she hadn't felt the horrible urge to go running for the toilet. It was horrible. She wasn't one who threw up much. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had ever thrown up. Probably the last time had been when she was a child with the stomach flu, if that had ever happened. She rarely got sick. Yet, here she was, sick as a dog, like her favorite Aerosmith song, but she didn't care about that right now. She was sick and all she wanted to do right now was crawl back into Troy's arms.
She turned off the light in the bathroom and pulled the door shut, crossing the distance from the bathroom back to Troy's bed, curling back into his embrace. They still had a half hour before his alarm was supposed to go off and they had to get ready for school. Feeling his arm pull her closer to him, she managed a smile even though she wasn't feeling the best.
"Good morning, my precious Lily."
She suppressed a slight wave of nausea and kissed his bare arm softly. "Morning," her voice came out a little strained.
"Not a good one?" he asked, moving his head forward, trying to look at her face.
She shook her head slightly, trying to hold back the look that would tell him how she was really feeling. He would know without really seeing.
"Still not feeling well?"
She rested her head against his arm. "No," was all she said, closing her eyes again, resting her eyes and her head.
"You have to go to the doctor, Lily, baby. This has gone on long enough."
She sat up, wrapping her arms around her legs against her stomach. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I can't. I'm not going home so all my parents can do is punish me again. Don't you think I'm in enough trouble over there?"
Troy sat up, rubbing her back, the sheet covering up his naked body. "Then I'll ask my mom to take you. She doesn't need your insurance. We've got enough money to cover it. It's not a big deal. She'd love to take you, and she'll understand. She loves you like a daughter anyway."
Gabriella laid her head on her knees looking back at Troy, smiling softly. "Te amo, T, you know? I love you. Por siempre."
He laughed slightly, pushing her hair out of her face. "I have no idea what that means, but I love you too." She smiled, leaning over, pressing her lips to his. "No school for you today, ok?" he said, pulling back, letting his hand rest on the slope of her ass. "Not doing anything until we know what's wrong with you."
Gabriella felt like arguing, but she honestly didn't feel like getting out of this bed again, much less going to school. "Alright," she conceded.
"And when I get home," he said, kissing her head, "we'll talk."
She nodded her head, resting her head on his chest, over his heart. She was afraid of what was wrong. She'd been sick for far too long for something not to be wrong. "Hold me. Just until it's time to get ready to go."
He pulled her tighter to him, laying down against his pillow. "Yes, babe."
She wrapped her legs around his, getting more comfortable with him.
They hadn't had much time to talk on the flight home yesterday. They had stopped at the mall and bought some clothes so they weren't wearing the same thing they had gone to the reunion in, just to be comfortable and not to attract any unnecessary attention, coming in to the airport in ruffled formal wear. Gabriella had bought a wide brimmed hat and some glasses to cover her face. Troy bought a ball cap and glasses as well. Not that people would recognize him like they did her, not unless they were diehard NBA fans, but they didn't want to bring attention to the two of them just yet. They wanted to savor their time back together before the media blew it up.
Neither of them could keep their hands off the other, so Bri had suggested they become members of the mile high club. Troy couldn't help but feel intrigue at that. She had gotten up first, heading back to the lavatory, walking in and shutting the door behind her. Troy watched and waited a moment before he couldn't contain himself any longer and headed after her. Knocking on the door, she opened it to him, pulling her into him. He came to her, sliding his hands over the pale lavender summer dress she had bought to wear home. Truth be told, she wanted him to have easy access, so they might be able to fool around in the taxis, she hadn't even thought about the lavatory until they had walked past it toward their seats in first class.
Pulling her to him, he pushed her up against the wall, not trusting the door to remain shut as he made love to her. Not even bothering to do more than undo his pants and slide her panties aside, he slid into her, causing her to tighten her grasp on his shoulders, pulling him tighter into her with her legs.
"O, si, T! Si!"
Her voice came out a heavy, sultry whisper against his ear, driving him to push into her harder. It wasn't long before either of them were climaxing, and she had to do her best to remain quiet. People did this all the times in these restrooms, and they were sure that the flight crew was used to it, but once again, they didn't want to draw too much attention to him.
Pulling back, she smiled at him, love and lust in her eyes. "Te quiero, T. I love you."
"I love you," he whispered, smiling as he brushed his lips against hers.
They had gone straight from LAX to Bri's beach house in Santa Monica, barely coming up for breath, enough to hail a cab and then pay the driver. They had ten years to make up for, and even though they weren't stopping, they knew they'd never have enough time to make up for lost time. They were just grateful to have each other back. Neither of them wanted to let the other go ever again, and neither ever would.
Troy woke up to an empty sea of purples, lilacs and lavenders around his naked body, but no Lily. But he knew she wasn't gone. He could hear music coming from downstairs. He pushed his torso up, looking around the purply lit room, locating his boxers at the bottom of the bed, he turned around and sat at the bottom of the bed, reaching for them and pulling them up onto his hips, standing up. He walked out of the room, walking down the long hallway, looking over the open space into the gallery. The kitchen must be below him, because he couldn't see her. All he could see was vast open space. Must be for entertaining friends or for dancing or something, but it was nothing but a vast open space.
The whole place was lightly lit in purple, or lilac, as she would probably correct anyone who would say anything about it. He knew her better than that. He could hear her singing and smiled. She always liked to sing, when she was happy, anyway. She'd make up her own lyrics too. When she didn't have any music to listen to, she'd sing anything that popped into her head, and she was good at the rhyming too. But right now, she was singing along to something that had to be her music playing through the sound system wired through the house because she was singing right along and it sounded exactly like what was playing. She had only turned on the speakers in the main level of the house, not wanting to wake Troy just yet. He was sure if he hadn't been sleeping, she could have had it playing upstairs as well.
When he came down to the bottom of the stairs and turned toward the kitchen to see her, he could see that she was cooking breakfast, but she wasn't just cooking breakfast, or at least not like most people. She was dancing. Damn, was she dancing! She was – Wow! He watched as she threw some spices into the frying pan, shaking her hips, throwing her hips this way then that, biting his lip, breathing deeply. She didn't seem to be wearing much more than a robe. In fact, when she moved her hips a little bit this way, he could see the curve of her ass and he was sure she had no panties on. Knowing he couldn't take much more, knowing he had to touch her, hold her, kiss her, he walked over to her, placing his hands on those moving hips, kissing the side of her neck, causing her to jump.
"Damn, I never saw you move like that," he growled against her ear.
She shivered, melting back against him. "I didn't know you were watching," she moaned, letting him wrap his arms around her.
"Why? Would you have stopped?" he asked, trailing his lips down her neck.
She closed her eyes, biting her lip. "No," her moan becoming more and more labored.
"You've forgotten to sing though, baby," he teased, sliding his hands over her flat stomach.
She swallowed, her breathing having sped up and her mouth going dry. "I … kno... oh..."
He loved the affect he was having on her, and he knew she could feel the affect she was having on him. He pressed his cock up against her ass.
"You like that, babe?"
She leaned back against him. "O, sí, mi rey!"
Breakfast was going to get cold, but neither one of them was caring right now. She pushed it back off the burner, turning it off as Troy turned her around, leaning her over the island where a rack of pots and pans hung overhead. She gripped onto the sides of the counter as he leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck.
"Lily," he groaned as she spread her legs for him.
He groaned, sliding his hand over her ass, reaching between her legs. She was wet. He had turned her on, or maybe it was her dancing that had turned her on already. Either way, she was ready for him. He pushed his boxers down and grabbed his cock, letting it slide along her pussy for a moment. Her juices soaked his cock before he even had a moment to slide inside of her, but once he did, he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up against his chest.
"I love you, Lily."
She smiled, reaching behind her, lacing her fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss her. He pulled at her robe, letting the sides come apart so he could touch her. He had to touch her perfect, womanly body. His hands roamed up over her stomach, cupping each of her breast. She shivered slightly, gasping into his mouth. "T! Dios! Mi dios!"
Troy started moving faster into her, unable to hold back. He was close to cumming and he knew it. He could feel her walls tightening as well, and their climax was going to be hard. He leaned back against the sink, kissing her shoulder, breathing heavily.
"Lily, fuck, Lily! I love you! I love you!"
She smiled, leaning her head back against his shoulder as he held her against him. "I love you, T! ¡Te quiero por siempre!"
Gabriella felt her walls tighten down him and she gripped onto his arms as he held onto her. "Siiiii!"
He closed his eyes, turning his head into her hair, breathing her into him as his balls tightened and he released deep into her. "Lillllllyyyy!"
He leaned back more against the sink, not letting go of her as they both released together, holding onto each other for dear life, breathing deeply. He kissed the space on her neck beneath her ear.
"Oh, God, Lily! You're ..." he shook his head. "No words can describe you..." he let go a heavy puff of air. "You're incredible. Beyond incredible, baby."
She blushed, turning her head toward him. "You are that, T!"
They both smiled, leaning against each other, breathing deeply. Gabriella laughed slightly, holding Troy's arms against her, not wanting to move.
"Breakfast is cold."
Troy laughed with her. "The magic of microwaves."
"Still not as good."
He shook his head, kissing the side of hers. "True. Sorry I ruined your masterpiece. What'd you make me?"
She smiled as he slowly let her down to her feet and tied her robe back up. "Huevos Rancheros. I hope you like."
He leaned down to pick up his boxers to pull them back up. "Are you kidding?" he asked, straightening his boxers around his hips, "I'm always looking forward to a little heat in the morning."
Gabriella giggled, pulling the pan back on to the front burner, turning it back on. "I can reheat them here. It's not too big of a deal. They're still kind of warm. Besides, they'll taste better."
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder. "Sounds good to me, babe."
She smiled up at him. "I'm happy you're here," she whispered, pulling his arms more around her.
"So am I," he whispered, hugging her to him.
"I was so afraid I'd wake up and you wouldn't be there," she whispered, her eyes closed, head laid back against his chest.
He held her against him. For a moment after he had woken up, he was afraid of that, but when he had found himself in her bed, that fear went away. They were together now and he wasn't going to worry about that anymore. They still had things they needed to talk about, but they had all day, a whole life to talk about things.
"You never have to worry about that again," he said, running his fingers through her long, dark locks. She smiled softly up at him.
"Does that mean you're moving in here?" she asked, biting her lip.
She wanted that, but she wasn't sure that's what he wanted. She didn't want to assume that's what he was saying.
He smiled down at her, letting his hand run down over her slender arm. "Did we not plan to live here together?"
Bri smiled brightly, biting at her lower lip. "No one's ever lived here but me," she told him, bursting with happiness.
Troy still couldn't believe that after all this time De Aquila still hadn't spent the night or she hadn't lived with anyone else. He felt bad, but he had to ask.
"What about Julian?" Sh
e shook her head lightly, confused a bit. "He has his own place and this was meant to be yours and mine. I couldn't invite him into a place that was supposed to be ours."
He nodded, but still had to ask. "And," he took a deep breath, "you don't have any of his things here...?"
Bri turned away from him, shrugging, reaching for the plates she had setting beside the stove. "Why would I? He's never spent the night. He's never had a reason to."
He was pretty sure he knew the reason why, but he wanted to hear her say the words. He wanted to know that she was his and always has been. He felt bad that he hadn't done the same in return, but that she had kept herself faithful to him made him love her even more.
"Lily, haven't you and Julian ever slept together?"
She kept her back to him as she served out both plates for Troy and herself, not looking back at him as she answered. "No. I haven't slept with him and I haven't had sex with him either. Not him..." she swallowed, taking a deep breath as she walked away from him, getting the orange juice out of the fridge, walking over and setting it on the island, "and not anyone else."
She reached up onto the shelf above the island where she kept long stemmed glasses, taking down two for the orange juice, placing them on the island, twisting the cap off of the juice as Troy came around the island, taking her hands in his, stopping her from pouring the juice.
"Stop," he said, turning her to face him. "Just stop."
She looked up at him, her eyes moist. She wasn't going to cry or anything, but she was pretty emotional right now.
"I love that you haven't been with anyone else." He swallowed, taking a deep breath. "I wish I could say the same for myself. I've been with Sharpay, and I know you know that. I wish I could take that back, but if it wasn't for her, I am sure there's no telling what would have happened to me after you left. But all that is in the past now. There's you and there's me and there will never be anyone else." She nodded slowly, looking up into his perfect blue eyes. "I love you," he spoke softly.
She smiled softly, letting him hug her against him. "I love you."
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently. Leaning his forehead against hers, he whispered. "Now, would you like to eat? Before it gets cold again?"
Gabriella giggled again, nodding as he walked over, picking up the plates. She pulled out a drawer, taking out some eating utensils and they both sat down at the island.
"This is how we'll be every morning we're home together. Even if it's 4 o'clock in the morning," he said as she flipped her head over at him.
"Four?" her eyes widened, blinking at him repeatedly.
He laughed, nodding. "Practice comes early, babe."
She looked down at her food. "I might never get any sleep."
He laughed, looking over at her sitting beside him, reaching over and taking her hand. "You can sleep while I'm at practice. Don't worry. I'll make sure you get plenty of sleep."
She giggled laying her head on his shoulder, before closing her eyes to say grace.
Gabriella walked out of Troy's bathroom after having thrown up for who knows how many times today. She now knew why she was throwing up, she just didn't like it. But there wasn't anything she could do about it now, she just had to deal with it the way it was. All she had to do was face it, and tell Troy. Turning off the light in the bathroom, she pulled the door shut and walked over to his bed. Crawling into the bed, she laid down and hugged her pillow to her body, waiting for Troy to come to bed.
She had put off talking about it long enough, but she still couldn't tell him, not that she could put it off much longer. Once he came into the room, she knew he'd want to know. But she wasn't going to be the first thing to say anything.
Troy opened the door, calling down the hall, "Night, Mom. Night, Dad," shutting the door behind him. He walked into the bathroom, brushing his teeth quickly before coming back out and shutting the bathroom door, stripping down to his boxers, and crawling in bed behind Lily, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed the back of her head, whispering softly, "Night, beautiful. Love you."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had never not said it in return, but she felt bad for not saying anything at dinner like she was supposed to. That's when they were supposed to have discussed her appointment, and here it was bed time and they still haven't talked about what the doctor had told her.
"You don't even want to talk about... my appointment?" She knew she should have just kept her mouth shut. She could have just fallen asleep and put it off, but he deserved to know. She couldn't and shouldn't keep it from him.
He pulled back from her, turning on the lamp on the nightstand at his side of the bed, sitting up quickly. "When you didn't say anything at dinner... I figured that meant you were.. fine.. you're not?"
Bri took a deep breath, shaking her head. "I'm not dying or anything. I might be sick for a while. Throwing up might go on for a while... But that's not the end of it."
She wasn't making a whole lot of sense and she knew it, wincing slightly as she sat up, pulling her knees up against her body, tucking the sheet around her legs. And to Troy, it was as if she was speaking Greek. He had no idea what she was saying to him. She spoke Spanish on a regular basis, and he didn't even understand that, but this, this seemed to be a whole other language altogether.
"Ok, stop. Rewind. Are you alright or are you not?"
She tightened her hold around her knees. "As fine as most women in my condition are." She bit her lip harder, rocking slightly on his bed beside him.
He had to pause, blinking just a bit, turning to face her more on the bed. "What are you talking about?"
She rubbed at her face, rubbing at the frustration, rubbing at the stress. "I didn't want this, T. I want to be married to you! Even soon! I want to have a family with you, but not for years! I can't have a baby now!"
She stood up off the bed, walking over to the window, leaving Troy stunned on the bed, blinking, mouthing the word "Ba...by?" as Gabriella cursed at the tears, opened the window and sat down in the window box. They usually slept with it open any way. The rain wasn't coming down that hard outside, no more than a little drizzle. It was perfect for her mood. But they usually slept with the window open anyway, rain or not. She looked out the window at the stars, knowing this isn't what they planned.
"That's what the doctor said."
Troy remained on the bed, still staring at her back. "Me... and you...? We... are having a baby?"
She turned back to face him, her mouth dropped open wide, her eyes open in horrified shock. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Troy? Who in the hell else? You're the only person I've ever been with! Of course, you and me! I wouldn't be having a baby with anyone else! Even if I would have much rather waited ten, fifteen years from now, yes! YOU and me are having a baby!"
She felt the tears stinging her eyes and there was no way she was going to break down in front of him, not after he had just said that. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe he had questioned her like this. Nothing had ever hurt so much. "Thanks for questioning my integrity and my faithfulness!" She wiped away a rebel tear, turning away and storming into the bathroom, slamming the bathroom door shut as she leaned over the bathroom counter, feeling the tears starting to silently fall from her eyes.
Troy stood, walking over to the door, slamming it open with the same forcefulness she had slammed it shut. She jumped as the door hit the towel cabinet, tears flowing down her face. "I wasn't questioning anything! I was just surprised! You had your chance to process this... Now it's my turn! Damn it, Lily! I would NEVER question you!"
Lily wiped a few tears from her face, to no avail. They were continuing to fall. All she wanted was his arms around her, but she knew he was too pissed at her to barely even look at her. "I don't want to be a mother," she cried as he walked over to her wrapping his arms around her, "not this early. I still want..." she cried even more, into his bare chest as he held her, "I want my career. It hasn't even started and now I can't even have it."
He pulled her more against him, rubbing her back. She wore a tank top and silky boy-cut panties, sexiest damned thing he ever saw. Usually, by the time they actually slept, they were naked. Tonight, they'd probably end up just sleeping.
"You know I can never handle your tears..." he said, kissing her forehead "...don't cry." He pulled back slightly to look down at her. "Listen, you don't have to forget having your career... because of a baby... We'll find a way..." He pulled her back closer to him, making sure she believed him. He was still scared, but they would find a way.
"T, I can't have an abortion," she told him, pulling back to look up at him. "I don't believe in it... and I know you don't either. Can we really do this? We're really young."
He nodded. "I know, I know we are, but whatever happens, we'll be together, right?" he asked, kissing the top of her head, rubbing her arms. "Come on. Lets get some sleep. Tomorrow will come, and we'll face it as it does. We'll figure out something."
She looked up at him, wiping the tears from her face as her eyes started to dry up. "So... you still want me... this baby?"
He couldn't believe that she had even asked the first question. "Yes, I still want you," he told her, pressing his lips to the top of her head, letting them linger there. "I always want you... the baby... I'll get used to the idea."
She didn't know if she'd get used to the idea, not soon anyway. She didn't want it. "I don't know how long that will take for me."
He nodded and she was thankful he understood, more than anything. If he didn't understand, she was thankful that he was at least being understanding about it. "We'll figure out something..."
She nodded and he took her hand, walking with her into the bedroom, turning out the bathroom light again and leading her over to the bed. He let her lay down on the bed before laying down behind her and pulling her against him.
"We'll figure out a way... somehow. Like you said.. neither of us want an abortion.. and having a child... and giving him or her away to strangers... just seems wrong."
Bri closed her eyes. She didn't want to give her child up to for adoption either. This was all to confusing for her. "I couldn't do that. Thinking about our child growing up without us... I may not be ready now, but when I am ready, I'd want to look into our baby's eyes, eyes that are as pristine blue as yours..." She turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes even in the dark, biting her lip for a moment as she thought about it it. "I couldn't go without that."
He pressed his lips to her forehead, smiling down at her. "Nope... the baby will have your dark chocolate brown eyes... and dark hair... just like her mama. She'll... and yes I say she... will be as beautiful as her mama."
Bri giggled as she blushed. "What if we have a boy? Mischievous and hellrasing just like you?" She wrapped her arms around him, pulling hers closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible to him.
Troy laughed and she could feel the ripple all through his chest, something she loved feeling through her body as she held him. "Well, then we will just have to lock him up. But she's definitely a girl." She smiled softly as his hand softly slid over her flat stomach. "See... we'll be okay."
She nodded briefly before his lips gently touched down to hers, kissing her softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. "I love you," she murmured into their kiss.
Troy laid back into the bed more, pulling the covers up more around them, the slight breeze from the window blowing the curtains and wafting over them.
Gabriella looked up at him from where she laid on his chest. "Are you sure you're alright with this? We're really young."
He didn't need to be told that, but it was something they were in together and he wasn't about to back out of it. He took a deep breath. "I didn't plan on it, but I'm in it now." He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "Yes. Because I love you and because we're in it together. Now stop asking me if I'm alright. I know we're young, but we can do this."
She smiled, resting her head back down over his heart, her favorite place to rest. "No more asking, but can we wait until after the baby is born though to get married? I'm not getting married looking like a big old tent."
Troy nodded, smiling as he held her against him. "We can wait, Lily. I'd wait forever for you."
She looked up at him, smiling brightly as she wrapped her a hand around the back of his head, kissing him hard, murmuring into the kiss, "I love you!"
Troy smirked, kissing her back. "I love you too." He kissed her nose, hugging her body against his. "Now sleep... My baby needs her sleep." He laughed. "I like the sound of that... my... mmmmmyyyyy baby!" He laughed some more as she giggled.
"Both of us." She winked at him, laying her head back against his chest over his heart, resting there. "I love you, T. Forever."
She felt his face bury in her curls followed by him repeating the words, "Love you. Forever." He yawned, tired, content to stay right there, his face nestled in her dark curls, that way he could smell her, taste her. She was a part of him.
Gabriella yawned against Troy bare chest, breathing him into her. They belonged to each other and they always would. They had created life, and no matter what happened after this moment, they were one.