After a long wait, here it is :) Thanks to everyone for the continuous support!

Just a summary of what's happened so far: G leaves T their freshmen year of college w/o explanation. 4 years later, T plays for the Lakers, and G is a famous singer with a 3 year old daughter (hmm wonder who's the baby daddy?). T is dating Violet, and G is dating Blake. Both miss each other. Tay & C are getting married, and T&G are the best man and maid of honor. T meets Marisol and falls in love w her instantly (who wouldn't? M is adorable) but C won't tell him who her dad is. S fights w G about T, and S knows something G doesn't. T flirts with G Tay&C's house. G writes a song about T and sings it at Tay&C's wedding. After singing, G&T fight before G confesses (rather loudly) that T is M's dad and she left bc G didn't want to see T hurt if she had a miscarriage. Two weeks pass, and T comes to G's house. They fight before T reveals the engagement ring meant for G before they fight again. Then things turn steamy, and T&G have a HOT makeout sesh. But unfortunately B interrupts them, and T leaves. G&B fight before B slaps G and she kicks him out. G looks thru a scrapbook and finds a note from T, and G realizes that she should've stayed.

PHEW! now, WHO'S READY FOR THIS?! I SURE AM!

Chapter 6

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the make-up running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

June 1, 2014

"YOU DIDN'T CHASE ME!"

Those words have been running through my mind for the past twenty-four hours. She was right, though I'll never admit that to her. I should've gone after her.

"Hoops!" I look up just in time to catch a pass from Chad. I roll the ball in my hands. He sits down next to me on the hardwood floor of our practice gym in Staples. "What's up, man? You were out of it during practice today."

I debate whether I should tell him or not, and I decided to tell him; he's been with me since the beginning. "I went to Gabriella's house yesterday."

He nods his head and asks, "To talk about Marisol?"

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. "Originally, yes. Then she turned it on me, saying how I hadn't ran after her, and we fought. Then I showed her the ring, and we fought again. But after that," I lower my eyes to the basketball, "we made out."

Chad's eyebrows fly to his hairline. "What?!"

I nod, smirking a little as I remembered her fingers running through my hair. "Yeah, but then her bitch-ass boyfriend interrupted us."

"He saw you?!"

I shake my head. "No, but it was pretty close."

Chad shakes his head. "Damn it, Troy," he sighs.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What?" I question defensively.

"Do you want to do this again?"

"What?"

"Do you want to be with Gabriella again, or not?"

I look at him like he's grown three heads. "What kind of question is that? You already know I do."

He holds up his hands. "I'm just making sure. Neither of you will survive this if it doesn't work out this time," he states. It's silent as I reflect on what he says. I'm interrupted by him grabbing the ball from my hands. "Now, let's see if you have what it takes to beat me," he taunts, bouncing the ball in between his legs.

I smirk and stand up. "You're on."

I chew on my lip as I stare at his name in my phone. "Just press it, Gabriella," I whisper to myself. I suck in a breath and press it, holding the phone up to my ear. "Come on, come on."

"Hello, beautiful."

I blush. "Hi, Troy."

"What's the reason for this phone call? Not that I'm not thrilled, but I'm just wondering."

I bite down hard on my lip before blurting nervously, "I want you to come over." My eyes widen. I'm acting like a little schoolgirl with her first crush!

He chuckles. "Demanding, aren't we? But I'll be over there in ten."

I inwardly squeal. "Okay, just come in through the back gate; the paparazzi can't back there. The code is the same as the front."

"Okay. Oh and Ella?"

My heart flutters at my nickname. "Yes?"

"We're going to have the best time tonight."

"O-okay, I'll be waiting." I quickly hang up the phone and release a shaky breath. My heart is pounding from the excitement of what could happen tonight, and I head for the living room. The only thing I can do now is wait.

Exactly ten minutes later, there is a knock on my back door, and I jump up from the couch and basically sprint over to the door. I bite my lip and open the door, revealing the love of my life. "Hey, El," he greets me casually, pressing a kiss to my cheek, before walking into my house.

I stare after him in befuddlement before shaking my head and shutting the door. "Do you want some pizza? I ordered it a little bit ago."

"What kind is it?"

"What kind do you think it is?"

"Margherita," he answers immediately. I bite my lip and nod. He smiles. "Then sure, but only if you have some with me," he states, his blue eyes capturing mine.

"Okay." I walk over to the microwave and take out the pizza, throwing it back into the box. "Will you get some drinks for us?" I ask, passing him as I walk towards the living room. I sit down Indian-style on the floor, leaning against the couch.

"I just grabbed the six-pack of Bud Light. Is that good with you?" he asks.

"Yeah, that'll be fine." He sits next to me and sends me a small smile, which I return.

After the pizza and beers are gone, we lay down on the floor and just stare at the ceiling. "El?"

"Yeah?"

Troy props up on his elbow and looks at me. "Why'd you become a singer? You were set on being a doctor."

I sigh. "I just wasn't the same person I was when I started at Stanford. Medicine didn't interest me, and singing had become my outlet from the world. I was singing at a coffee shop after I had Marisol, and a talent manager was there and approached me. I thought 'why not?' and here I am," I explain, looking over at him.

He nods his head. "When was Marisol born?"

"November 14th, 2010. I had her when I was eight months, but she was still perfectly healthy," I state. "Do you-do you wanna see some pictures of her?"

"Yeah, yes, of course," he answers fervently. I stand up, but I grip the couch as dizziness hit me full force. I take a deep breath before going over to the bookshelf and grabbing a scrapbook. I smiled at the front cover photo. It's me holding Marisol for the first time. I walk back over to Troy, who had moved up to the couch, and hand him the book, and I curl up next to him as he opens the book. I watch as many emotions cross his face while he looks at the pictures of our beautiful daughter.

He sucks in a breath, and I look down to see where he was at in the book. I smile softly as he has reached the page dedicated to basketball. "Ar-are those my jerseys?" There is four pictures on this page. In the first one, Marisol is about three months old, and she has on a California gold onesie that has 'Cal' and '14' in Berkeley blue on the front. In the second one, she was almost a year old and had on a Lakers' jersey with 14 on the front, which I had gotten as soon as I heard he signed. The third and fourth pictures were the same after that, just when she was two and three.

I nod. "Yeah, I wanted to," I clear my throat, "I wanted to make sure she was always supporting you."

He closes the book and sets it on the table beside him, and the next thing I know, his lips are on mine. My hands immediately intertwine his hair between my fingers, and his hands are on my waist, pulling me closer to him. He stands up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I break the kiss and pull off his gray v-neck, tossing it carelessly to the side, before returning my lips to his. I'm slammed against the wall, and his lips flutter from my jaw to my neck. "Troy," I moan, closing my eyes, as he nibbles on my ear. "Bedroom."

"Where?" he questions, his hot breath on my skin sending chills down my back.

"Downstairs," I breathe, pulling his face back down to mine. I haven't felt like this in four years, and it's consuming me. We clumsily make our way downstairs, and I slide off of him before opening the door to the master bedroom. I bite my lip as I turn back to him, suddenly feeling extremely shy. He slowly walks towards me and presses his swollen lips to mine in a sweeter kiss than our previous ones. Troy pulls back for a moment to take off my shirt before returning his lips to mine. I begin to walk backwards while he walks forward, and we stop once the back of my legs hit the mattress. He picks me up from the waist and gently tosses me further back onto the bed, and he comes crawling over me. He kisses my neck as my hands wander down to his basketball shorts, and I push them down. He kicks them off as his kisses move farther south to my chest, and I eagerly push my chest towards him.

His warm hands touch my stomach before they float over the band of my sweatpants for a moment, and he slides off my pants, letting them fall to the floor. He pulls back, and his smoldering sapphire pools connect with my dark chocolate orbs. I silently suck in a breath at his intense gaze. "Do you want this, Ella? Because there's no going back after this."

I nod my head, never breaking his gaze. "Yes."

My eyes open, and my vision is blurry. I blink until my eyes become focused, and I furrow my eyebrows as I take in the unfamiliar surroundings. I look under the covers and become even more confused; why am I naked? I look over to the woman next to me, and my eyes widen as everything comes rushing back to me. I slept with Gabriella, I actually slept with her. I try to stop it, but a giddy smile crosses my face. I lean over and brush away her blonde locks from her face before pressing a small kiss to her forehead. I kiss both of her cheeks and nose, and her eyes flutter open, a small smile on her face. I lean down and capture her bruised lips with mine in a gentle kiss. I pull back slightly. "You should be worshiped every second of every day," I whisper, and she blushes before pulling me back to her. We lazily make out for a while before I pull back. "Go to sleep. It's too early for you to be up." She nods and closes her eyes.

I begin to move from the bed, but her hand shoots out and grips my forearm. "Don't leave," she pleads, her tired eyes wide. "You can't leave."

I sigh. "I have to, El. Trust me, I wish I could stay, but I have practice." She sighs, and I kiss her forehead. "I'll call you later, alright? Just go back to sleep." She nods and closes her eyes, and I get out of her bed. I grab my underwear and shorts, and I slip them on before I turn back and look at the woman I am leaving. Her brown eyes are on me, and I wink at her before leaving the room, happier than I have been in a long time.

"Did you have fun with Makayla?" I ask Marisol, looking briefly in my rearview mirror. Marisol had gone over to a friend from preschool's house after she came back home from my mom's.

She nods her head. "Yeah! It was super fun, Mama. We went to the park, had pizza, and we watched Frozen," she says, kicking her feet against the back of my chair.

I smile as I turn on my turn signal to switch lanes. "That sounds like it was great, baby." She continues to kick my chair while looking out the window. "Marisol, stop kicking Mommy's chair, please." She doesn't listen and starts to kick it harder. "Marisol Alexandra, stop it this instant," I say more sternly. She pouts but ceases her kicking. I run a hand through my hair that is back to ebony since I got it redone earlier in the day.

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Why don't I have a Daddy?" My eyes widen, and I force myself not to slam on the breaks. She has never asked me this before, so why is she now? "Makayla has a daddy, and so does Josie. So why can't I have one?" I sigh. I should've seen this coming.

I don't answer her as I turn into our neighborhood, and she kicks my chair again as the guard lets me in through the gates. "Marisol, stop. I'll answer you when we get home," I state, finality in my tone. She crosses her arms and huffs, and I roll my eyes at her dramatics. I pull into my driveway and press the button that opens my gate before I drive in, and the gate shuts behind me. I open the garage and slowly pull in my car. I get out of the car as she does, and I turn to her and pick her up. I place her on my hip, and we walk into the house. I take her into the living room and place her on the big recliner. I glance quickly at the couch where Troy and I were just hours before, but I shake my head. I need to focus on my daughter. I get on the floor and rest on my knees before grabbing her hand, and I play with it for a moment. "You have a daddy, Marisol," I begin.

"Then where is he?" she asks impatiently, her blue eyes that matched her father's so much lock onto mine.

I bite my lip, not sure how I want to approach this. "He's-," I shake my head. 'Just start at the beginning.' "Mommy had you when she was really young, younger than many other mommies when they decide to have a baby. Your Daddy is a great man, and he had a lot going for him at the time. I didn't want to ruin that with a baby."

Her eyebrows scrunch together. "He would've been angry if you had told him about me?" she questioned innocently, hurt creeping into her tone.

I shake my head fervently and grab her other hand, and I squeeze them tightly. "No, baby, no. He would've given everything up just to be with you, and Daddy would love you very much if he knew who you were," I state. I feel bad for lying to her, but none of us (us being Troy, Marisol, and myself) are ready for her to know.

She nods her head slowly. "Not telling Daddy was good for both of you, then?" I nod. "Did you love Daddy?"

Tears start to well up in my eyes. "Very much," I whisper.

She frowns and squeezes my hands. "Do you still love him?" I rolled in my lips and nodded again. "Will I get to meet him?" I sigh and look down at our hands.

I release one of her hands and stroke her cheek. "Yes, bebé, you'll get to meet him very soon." I kiss her forehead before picking her up, and I sit down before placing her in my lap. She curls into my chest, and my heart swells with my love for her. I turn on the TV and rub her arms, closing my eyes.

"Mommy?" I open my eyes and look at Marisol, who's chewing on her lip worriedly. "Blake's not my daddy, right? He's a big meanie."

I giggle softly. "Definitely not, sweetheart. Your daddy is nothing like Blake. Do you want to know what my favorite thing about him is?" She nods her head eagerly, and I smile. "He has the biggest heart out there. Most people wouldn't think so if they just looked at him, but when you get close to him, he does the smallest things that a lot of people wouldn't do for anyone." I squeeze her arm lovingly as I looked down at her face that resembled Troy so much. "You're just like him, Sol, and I wouldn't trade that for the world."

The smile she gives makes the whole room seem brighter. "Really?" I nod, and her smile grows even wider as she tucks herself back into my chest. "I hope my daddy is like Troy. He's nice," she states. My eyes widen. Where did that come from? "Mama, I'm tired," she whined a moment later.

I blink before nodding my head. "Okay, let's get to bed." I stand up with her in my arms, and I walk upstairs and go into her bedroom before releasing her from my arms. I get in her dresser and pull out pajamas as she takes off her clothes. I help her into her blue Cinderella nightgown before she jumps into her bed. I forcibly smile when she looks up at me expectantly, and I pull the covers over her and tuck them in around her body. "Goodnight, Marisol. I love you," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

"I love you, too, Mommy," she whispers, and I stand up from the bed. I smile at her before I leave her room. I sigh and run a hand over my face. That conversation stressed me out so much. I go into my study and collapse into my chair. I wish she could just meet Troy, but it's so much more complicated than that. My mind wanders to our night last night, and a blush fills my cheeks. I can't believe I did that. I shake my head; yes, I can. I exhale and close my eyes. Everything just became so much more complicated. I open a drawer in my desk, and I pull out my song book and Best Mommy pencil. I might as well turn these feelings into more top hits.

The doorbell rings two hours later, and I jump. "Shit," I mutter, pressing a hand to my chest, and I stand up from my chair. My heart beats wildly as I wonder who it could be; I secretly hope it's Troy. I make my way towards the front door, and I grin before opening the door.

I look over at the flowers in my passenger seat briefly before turning my gaze back to the road. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I mumble. What if she's not alone? What if she has Blake over? I shake my head. No, she's not like that. I arrive to Ella's neighborhood, and I pull up to the guard before giving him the code told me that I have memorized now. He lets me through, and I feel the nerves start to creep up. Just keep going, Troy. You love her, and she loves you.

I see no paps surrounding her house, so I pull up to the gate and type in the code. The gate opens, and I drive down her driveway. I frown when I see another car there, but I shake it off. It's most likely her mom's. I exhale and grab the flowers, and I step out of my car. I walk up to her house, but I stop dead in my tracks. The blinds to her large, front windows are opened, and the lights are on. I see Gabriella, but she's not alone. Anger rises through me as I watch her talk to Blake. Her hand goes to his chest, and he leans down and presses his lips to her. My whole body shakes, and I throw the flowers on the ground and stride quickly back to my car. I start my car, and I zoom out of her driveway. Two can play this game. I grab my cell phone, and I go to my contacts before pressing the number I was looking for.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby, it's Troy. Look, I'm sorry for being a dick to you. Can I come over?"

"Of course you can, Troysie. I'll be waiting." I hang up and throw the phone in the passenger seat. I grip the steering wheel tightly as my mind flashes back to what I just saw. How could she do this to me? I thought we were going to make it work this time, but I got my hopes again. Twenty minutes later, I pull into Violet's apartment complex and park the car. I quickly get out, and I make my way up and press the buzzer, letting her know I'm here. The door unlocks, and I go in and head for the elevator. I click the button, and I glare at the slick elevator doors. All I can see in them is Gabriella's lips on her ass of a boyfriend's lips. The doors slide open, and I make my way to Violet's apartment. The door opens as soon as I get there, revealing Violet in a short, lacy pink dress. I look her up and down, and she smirks before her hands shoot out and grab my shirt. She pulls me inside her apartment as she connects our lips in a steamy kiss, and I kick the door shut with my foot.

If Gabriella doesn't have any morals, then I won't either.

Ooooh some tension is arising. How could G do that T?!

But let's all remember: things aren't always how they seem to be. ;)

But who likes the part with M&G? All I can say is awwwwwwwwwwwwww (I love writing things w M)

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