Sorry I took so long to update…I promise I will try to get these stories done soon so I can add some new ones…this one's gonna wrap up in about two or three more chapters. Still Gabi's POV…the rest of the story will be…
Chapter Five: Thinking Baby
"Troy, what do you think about this one?" I asked, running my hand over a rainbow/pastel colored crib set with balloons and a large teddy bear on it.
"It's cute," Troy said, "But don't you like this one?"
He had fallen in love with a Noah's Ark set the moment we had walked into Babies R Us.
"Yeah, but we need to expand our horizons and find some others that we like, too."
"You're right. What about basketball?"
"Troy, I don't think so. We have enough basketball at home," I said, rubbing my four-month-pregnant stomach.
I had turned sixteen two days before. Troy had made my Sweet Sixteen party the best. I mean, who else gets engaged, has a celebrity sing to you, and has all of her friends over to the most expensive party hall in Albuquerque?
But I had to save almost all of my birthday money for stuff for the baby. I got some movies and cds and stuff from my family and friends, but I got $500 from my father in Los Angeles and $350 from each set of grandparents.
Altogether, I had gotten $1500, with some from Troy's parents and Ryan and Sharpay. Now Troy and I were shopping for baby things. We had already chosen a crib and the other big stuff (which my mother bought as her wedding/baby shower gift to us, and now we just needed the essentials for the nursery and maybe some toys and clothes.
Just then, I saw it. It was the cutest one I had seen all day. "Oh my gosh, Troy, look at this one!" I exclaimed. I walked over to the display room and peered inside. There was only one problem.
Troy looked inside and smiled. I could tell he liked it, but he knew the problem too. "Gabs, it's beautiful, but…it's a girly room. What if we don't have a girl?"
I stared at the Sweetshop room (A/N: see my profile for picture, you must do this to understand the story) with longing eyes. It was so beautiful. I just couldn't leave it.
"Maybe we can return it if we have a boy," I said desperately. Troy looked around for a salesperson, and grabbed the first one that went by.
"Excuse us, ma'am, but we have a question," he said to the lady.
"If we buy this bedroom outfit and we have a boy, can we return it and get something different?"
"Yep, as long as you return it within three months of your purchase."
Three months? But I wasn't due for another five months. I looked sadly at Troy.
"If we put it in layaway, can we pick it up in three months? Like, would that be the day we purchased it?" he asked.
"Sure. We can put one in layaway for you. All we need is a down payment. Your three-month limit will begin the day you pick it up."
My eyes filled with hope. "Troy," I started to say.
"We'll take it, then," he said before I could continue. We put the room outfit in layaway and continued to search for baby items.
We found so many cute clothes and toys that we had to fill two carts with them. We had a mixture of boys', girls', and unisex outfits. We had teddy bears, bath toys, and just about everything you could imagine.
When we paid for the stuff, including bottles and other "feeding" supplies, bibs, shoes, a bathtub, a car seat, a stroller, a playpen, towels, and other essentials, our total came to $900. We still had enough for the room outfit, but none left over for other things we might need along the way.
After lugging all of our stuff to the car, we decided to go get something to eat at my favorite restaurant, which happened to be Applebee's. I was starving, so I had a fairly large order that I placed when Troy excused himself to use the restroom. I thought he was going to die when the waiter brought out my sampler platter, which consisted of a six ounce sirloin steak, four chicken fingers, and double fries. I had also ordered a chocolate malt and a Mountain Dew. Troy had ordered a steak, but his plate looked tiny compared to mine. I looked up at him and saw how huge his eyes were.
"Hey, buddy, I'm eating for two now, so get over it," I said. "I'd like to see you eat when you get pregnant."
"Well, that's not possible because I'm not a female. I can't get pregnant."
"I can arrange for that to happen," I replied, annoyed.
"Baby, calm down. I'm sorry," Troy said, laughing and brushing my hair out of my eyes.
"Ok, Mr. Know-It-All, can I eat in peace?" I asked.
He nodded, and we finished our food. The waiter brought us a dessert menu, and I looked longingly at it. Finally, Troy gave in.
"Okay, what do you want?" he asked, grinning.
"I want a Blondie," I said, pointing at the pastry.
The waiter nodded and soon, Troy and I were chowing down our dessert. We paid for our meal and headed back to the car.
"Troy, we have a doctor's appointment in twenty minutes!" I exclaimed when I looked at the digital clock radio, which was playing "L.O.V.E." by Ashlee Simpson. I started to sing the song, and by the time I was finished, Troy was laughing hysterically. I glared at him. "What?"
"Nothing!" he said, holding back his laughter. "Nothing."
I looked at the clock again, realizing that we had only fifteen minutes to get to my OB/GYN's office.
"Troy, we really have to go!" I exclaimed.
When we got to my doctor's office, I got to sit in a very uncomfortable room, looking at all of the other pregnant women who were staring us down. I know I'm young, but do they really have to do that to us?
The nurse finally called us back to an examination room, which was even more uncomfortable seeing as Troy hadn't been to any of my other appointments and that this was one of the rooms where they made you get into "the birth position" with your feet in those dumb stirrup things with nothing on "down there" to do a pelvic exam. I hate those things, mainly because I don't like strange male doctors touching me down there.
Troy just stared at the nurse when she told me to change into the exam gown and get up on that table. I obediently did what I was told, and Troy blushed like mad. He tried to veer his attention away from the fact that I had been in that same position four months ago waiting for him to take away my virginity.
We looked around at the walls. There were many different pictures there, including one that showed a woman's "area" and told about the different parts and stuff. Another showed a diagram at all the stages of birth. The third one was a tell-all on "where babies come from" and how to avoid teen pregnancy.
"This is just one of the teen rooms. Imagine what the others look like," I said, trying to make him feel less like melting into the ground.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I forced myself to smile. "Gabi, I'm so sorry," he said, barely above a whisper.
Just then, Dr. Hayden walked into the room. He smiled at me, and I said, "Dr. Hayden, this is my boyfriend, Troy. Troy, this is my OB/GYN."
The two men shook hands. "Hey," Troy said.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Bolton. How are we today, Miss Montez?"
"Umm…I said. What I wanted to say was that I was horrible and that I wished I wasn't here today. But what I really said was, "I'm fine. The baby's fine. We're all good."
He smiled. "Guess what surprise I have for you today?" he asked.
"I don't know…another pelvic exam?" I asked wearily.
"Nope…well, that too, but there's something else."
"What is it?" I questioned, interested in what he had to say.
"Today, we're going to do an ultrasound to see what you're having."
I squealed in excitement. Yes! The moment I had been waiting for ever since I had first come to him three and a half months ago was finally here!
Troy looked confused, so I supplied, "Troy, we're gonna find out if we're having a boy or a girl!"
His face registered understanding, and he smiled at me.
"But first…" Dr. Hayden interrupted, "We're going to get the dreaded exam out of the way. Feet up," he continued.
I spread my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups. Troy winced, and I could tell he was uncomfortable. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down towards me. "Troy, you don't have to watch. Look at the ceiling," I said quietly.
He shook his head "no". "Gabs, I want to know what you've been going through. Besides, it wouldn't be very nice if I abandoned you."
"You wouldn't be abandoning me," I said, laughing. Just then, I felt the cold metal tongs against me. "Oh, gosh. I'm still not used to that," I breathed. Dr. Hayden finished up the fifteen minute exam.
By the time he was done and let me resume normal position, my thighs felt like they were going to fall off. I don't know how I'm ever going to get through what would most likely be a two-hour birth when I can barely hold up for a fifteen minute exam.
He lifted up my gown to expose my growing stomach. I had been using cocoa butter on it every day, so my tanned mid-section was flawless. Not a stretch mark anywhere. Troy stared at the place where inside, our baby was growing and dwelling. I grinned at him. "Now, Troy, behave yourself," I teased.
I felt the cold gel on my stomach and squeezed Troy's hand.
We looked up at the screen, only to find a big surprise. "Well, it seems that we not only have mom and baby, we have mom and babies. Congratulations, Mr. Bolton and Miss Montez. It looks as if we have twins, here. There's your son, and there's your daughter."
Twins. A boy and a girl. We sure hadn't expected that. We smiled at each other before realizing what this meant. Not only would we have one baby to take care of and support…we had two. Two rooms, two sets of clothes, two sets of toys…twice the amount of money. How would we ever get through this?
In the car, I called my mom to tell her that we had news and that she needed to get the Bolton's over ASAP. She was worried, but I reassured that I was fine, that the "baby" was fine, and that we had good news.
That night at dinner, Troy and I sat opposite our parents at the kitchen table. During dessert, Troy stood up to make our announcement.
"Um…Gabriella and I have something to tell you," he began.
His father looked up at us worriedly. In the beginning, he had pretty much hated me for "ruining Troy's basketball career", but now he seemed to care about me. He even seemed happy whenever our baby was mentioned.
"We're having twins!" I said happily.
The room fell silent while the news sunk in. All at once, everyone jumped up and hugged us, promising that they were going to help us financially with both babies.
In all of their excitement talking about how much fun it would be to have twins around, Troy and I snuck upstairs to my room.
I stripped down to my bra and panties and put on my new maternity pajamas, while Troy slipped off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. We climbed under the covers on my bed and lay there, thinking.
"Troy," I said after awhile.
He looked at me.
"What should we name them?"
He sat up and kissed me. He reached down into his pants pocket and took out a small book. He handed it to me. I gasped when I saw the cover. It was the baby name book I had had my eye on today at Babies R Us, the one I hadn't bought because it had cost $9.
"I went back in and bought it while you were going to the bathroom. I couldn't resist. Plus, I thought maybe I'd get a nice reward tonight," he said mischievously, running his hand over my bra strap and pulling on it.
"Troy, let's name our children before we do any of that," I said, pushing his hand off of my shoulder.
"Okay," he replied, defeated.
We looked through the book, and fell in love with the name Jazzlynn Lyric for our little girl and Cashten Troy for our son. Jazzlynn was easy to come up with, but we were caught between Austin and Cashlen for him, so we put them together and came up with Cashten. We decided to use Troy for a middle name for him because we couldn't find any other names to match up with it. Jazzy's middle name just kind of went with it.
Jazzlynn Lyric and Cashten Troy Bolton were our babies, and we couldn't wait until they came into the world.
Troy leaned over and turned off the lamp. The room grew dark except for the outside lights from my balcony. He got on top of me and started to kiss me. This was the first time we had been able to enjoy making love. We finally collapsed back onto the bed, with our arms around each other.
"I love you, Troy," I said, breathing into his bare chest.
"I love, you, too, Gabriella," he replied, kissing the top of my head.
"We love you, Jazzlynn and Cashten," we said together.
And with our little family right there on my bed, the babies sleeping (I assumed), Troy and I fell asleep with our arms around each other.
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