OMG, I just saw Panic At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, and Blink 182 live! It was awesome. I can hardly hear in one ear, I can't talk well, and my legs are killing me, but I still loved it! If they are coming to a town near you GO SEE IT! Amazing!

All right, someone PMed me, and yelled at me, asking why I haven't updated Dirty Dancing. I have a couple reasons..
1. I wanted to finish AYNIL and get it off my conscience.
2. I wanted to finish TWAWKI for the same reasons.
3. I want to get this started.
I am working on it, I swear. I sent the first part of the next chapter to my beta, who is busy, so she hasn't sent it back. I am working on it, don't worry. You'll all have a chapter to read soon enough.

So, here is the sequel, Whatever Will Be.

Summary: Sequel to The World As We Know It. Just because Troy and Gabriella are married now, doesn't mean everything is smooth sailing here on out. Together they will try to get through everything life throws at them, but it won't be as easy as they thought.
Ugh, that summary sucks.


I'm stopping the lyrics, it's annoying to find and match. The song titles will remain though.

(Oh, and dress inside that I didn't explain well at all, is the dress she wore on Jimmy Kimmel)

I have been Gabriella Bolton now for almost a month. I don't know why people dread getting married, and by people, I mean men, and by men, I mean Tommy, Zeke, and my brothers. Married life is fun, a lot of fun. Okay, truthfully, last week wasn't fun, but that is only because my little friend was visiting. He's gone now, though, am I am so ready to take Troy home and have my wicked way with him.

I took Troy to work two days ago (he had a two day shift), because my car has decided to stop liking me. Troy and I already got in a little mini fight about me buying a new one. He keeps saying it was a fight because he wants make up sex, but I keep telling him it was a discussion seeing as the conversation consisted of 'Brie, you really should get a new car' and me telling him 'no, I like my car'. We said that back and forth for about ten minutes, then he gave in, stating I am stubborn, something we both already knew all too well. Then, he said he would look at my car after his shift, and that I could use his.

I get that we're married now, and it should be our car, but it really is his car. He doesn't let anyone drive his car, even me. The fact that I've only driven this car in the year I've known him to have it for two days, is a miracle. He needs to work on sharing because driving his car is so much fun. It's a '78 Chevy camaro he spent a year rebuilding the inside and out on. He doesn't even let Tommy or Chad drive it.

Nothing has really changed in a month. Taylor and Chad are officially Albuquerqueans again. Sharpay and Zeke have done nothing but fight about why he won't ask her to marry him. None of my sisters are pregnant at the moment, which is a shocker. Vince is still with Val, Felix is still engaged to Jaymi, and she is still pregnant, duh. Marcus is moving in with Hannah (oh yeah, that's new), Lucas is still 'having fun' with Allie, and Alex is dating some new girl he won't introduce us to. He keeps saying 'you'll scare her away' that's probably true, though. AJ so subtly told him to moan the right name this time. AJ is still with Mandy, but they aren't having sex yet, at least, as far as I know. Troy might now, but I don't.

He walked out of the firehouse with the guys on Thursday afternoon, and smiled as soon as he saw me. I jumped off the hood of his car wearing a pair of hip hugging white jeans with holes in the knees, and a sleeveless nude colored top that had several tiny buttons going down my stomach, and stopped around my belly button. I had the first couple buttons undone. I wore it with a pair of black strappy heels, straightened my hair while tying some strands back, and had his aviators on. I pushed the aviators back on top of my head, and took off in a run for him. I caught him by the neck, and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Hi," he greeted, his smile widening, and held me up easily. I didn't answer, I just kissed him. My fingers tangled into his hair, and my lips moved with his as I took control of the kiss. I was doing something with my tongue, something I know he loves, when he unwrapped my legs from around his waist, and leaned me back against his car. I realized then that he was walking that whole time. He pulled away, leaving me slightly panting. "What did you do?" he questioned.

I put on a shocked expression. "I have no idea what you mean," I replied, biting my lip.

"Brie, you only kiss me like that for two reasons," he informed me. "I won't name the first one because people are around us, but the second reason involves you doing something that could piss me off, and you are trying to soften to blow," he stated, and his friends chuckled around us. "Now, what did you do?" he repeated. "It has to do with my car, doesn't it? What did you do to my car?" he asked.

"I didn't do anything to your car!" I insisted, standing up straight.

"Gabriella, don't make me work to get it out of you," Troy responded, linking our hands together.

I groaned. "Fine!" I gave up, and he laughed a little. "I kinda gotaspeedingticket," I mumbled quickly.

"Sorry, didn't catch that," he told me.

"I may have, you know, got a, um, speeding ticket," I confessed, waiting for him to start scolding about his precious car.

Tommy came and sat down next to me. "Don't be too hard on her, man," he said, wrapping an arm around me. "And, she's too cute to kill," he added, smiling at me.

I hugged Tommy. "Hi, Tom Tom," I greeted him. As far as I know, I'm the only one who calls him that. "He won't kill me, but he will be mad at me. If he would let me explain, he would see that it isn't my fault, it's his," I told him.

"Oh, your car breaks down, I let you borrow mine, you get a speeding ticket, and it's my fault?" Troy questioned, making us look at him.

"Dude, you're married now, everything is your fault," Gavin spoke up. "Especially when they are pregnant," he added. Amelia is preggers.

I smiled. "Yes," I agreed with a nod. "If you had let me drive you car sooner, and got me more used to that fun gas pedal, I wouldn't have gotten a speeding ticket," I informed him.

Troy shook his head. "No, you just would have gotten one sooner," he corrected. "Don't think I don't remember that you have a lead foot, it's why I never let you drive Melinda," he told me. Melinda is his car's name. "How fast were you going?" he asked.

"Not that fast, and it's not fair that the cop was a girl, if it was a guy, I could have lied my way out of it. I've done that before, you know," I avoided the question.

"Gabriella," Troy said in a warning tone.

I groaned again. "Ugh, ninety in a fifty five zone. Happy?" I questioned.

"No, I'm not happy, you got a speeding ticket in my car," he replied.

"Oh, am I getting to witness the first newlywed fight? Can I pick a side-" before Tommy could go on, Nick grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him away.

"Dude, come on, I'll take you home," he said, shoving him near his car.

I crossed my arms, and frowned. "He's right, we are having our first fight. Well, it's been a month, a personal best for us, and I'll pay for the ticket, Troy. I may be off of work, but I still get paid, and-"

"Brie," Troy tried to stop my rambling.

"Don't yell at me because I hate it when you yell at me-"

Troy kissed me. "Brie, I love you, but be quiet for fifteen seconds," he said against my lips. "First, you won't pay it, we'll pay it. We're married now, it's our money and all that. Second, I don't yell at you, I yell with you, and usually, you start the yelling," he told me. "Third, I am a little mad, but there is nothing I can do about it, you're just never driving my car again," he stated.

I frowned more. "Tr-oy!" I whined. "I like your car, please let me drive it again! You can sit in the passenger seat, come on," I pleaded.

He shook his head, and took the keys out of my pocket. "Nope," he confirmed.

"Troy!" I exclaimed with annoyance, and he just started walking to the driver's side. "Ugh, if I didn't want you so much, your sex life would be nonexistent," I muttered, getting in the car myself.

"Whatever you say," he commented while we drove. "So, what else happened while I was at work?"

I just looked over at him with a smile, and shrugged.

"You let Chad drive my car?!" Troy exclaimed as soon as we walked into the apartment.

I rolled my eyes, and threw my purse down onto the bar. "I didn't let him do anything," I repeated myself for the eleventh time. "I told you, I was with Taylor in the bedroom talking about how men love to grill, and grilling utensils from afar they could look like a man's pen-" I stopped when I saw the look on his face. "Anyways, when I came out, your keys weren't on the table, and Chad was gone. Call him yourself, I pulled his hair, yelled at him, and dragged him up here by his ear. You can take your shot at him, I told him you might want to."

Troy sighed, and threw his jacket on a chair at the table. "I'm not that mad at you seeing as I expected you to get a ticket or something, but I will kick his ass for practically stealing my car," he muttered.

I gave him a mean look. "You expected this out of me, did you?" I questioned, pushing him back towards the arm chair. He nodded, letting me push him. He sat down in the chair, and I moved to straddle him. "What else do you expect out of me?" I asked him, pulling at his work shirt.

"I'm guessing since you're so friendly, your other little friend is gone?" he wondered, wrapping his arms around my waist, and tugged me closer.

I nodded. "Your guess is right," I informed him, and began to kiss his neck. "I missed you," I mumbled against his skin before I started to suck on it.

He moaned lightly, and thread his fingers into my hair. Of course, then someone walked in. "Taylor, I am. God, woman- whoa, sorry!" Chad said, making me pull away, and Troy groan.

I ran a hand through Troy's hair before getting off of him. "Hi, guys," I greeted, moving to sit on the couch.

"Tell him, Chad," Taylor ordered with a wave towards me.

Chad looked like a sad puppy. I just wanted to pet him and give him a bone. Troy stood up. "Buddy, I may have- ouch Tay. Alright, fine, while Taylor and Ella where in the bedroom forever, I took the keys to your car, and took a drive in it," he admitted. "Nothing happened. Ella called five minutes later and cursed me out like a true Monez. Dude, she has a mouth on her," he mentioned.

I walked over to stand next to Troy. "Hey, I am a Bolton now," I reminded him, crossing my arms.

"What is it, Hate on Chad Day?" he asked us.

"Hey, I have a reason to hate on Chad, I mean, you," Troy spoke up.

"I'm hating on Chad because you want our wedding colors to be red and white. We're getting married, not going to a basketball game!" Taylor threw in.

Chad looked at me for a reason. "I'm not hating you, Chaddy, even I am forgetting my new last name. I went to the bank the other day, and signed Montez instead of Bolton, and had to redo it-"

"Brie," Troy broke in my ramble in the making. I looked up at him. "Sh," he finished.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Fine, Mr Meanie, Tay and I will go into the kitchen," I said, grabbing her arm as I walked away.

I took a bottle of water of out the fridge and sat down on one of the stools. "Are you excited for tomorrow?" Taylor asked, sitting on the stool next to me.

I smiled widely, and nodded repeatedly. Tomorrow is Troy and I's one month anniversary, and we are celebrating it. Yes, we are that cheesy. "Yeah," I answered verbally. Instead of going out to some fancy restaurant, we decided to make dinner together, and eat it by candlelight because we are that cute. No presents or anything like that, it has only been a month. "How is the wedding planning?" I questioned her. She gave me a look. "That bad?"

"Well, we haven't really started getting the whole planning in motion yet, we've only been engaged for a month. We were busy packing, then moving in, and now just settling down, you know?" she told me, and I nodded. "We're starting the early stuff. We're fighting about how I don't want to wear white, and how he wants Wildcat colors, and if it should be in a church or not. Well, not really in a church, more like which church. You know I moved here when I was, like, six months old, so I was baptized in Oklahoma, which is where my family lives. You're supposed to get married in the bride's church or something, so we're still not sure where to have it. Then there is the when."

I laughed. "Been there. Troy was born here, though, he moved away when we were kids," I reminded her. "Troy went along with everything I said, and now, I'm actually grateful for it to tell you the truth," I added.

"Speaking of the wedding, I need to talk to you about something Chad and I discussed last night," Taylor informed me.

"What?" I asked.

"Chad is making Troy his best man, and Zeke his groom's man. And, I want to make Sharpay my maid of honor, and you my bride's maid," she told me. "If I do that, though, Troy and Sharpay will be walking up the aisle, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with that since everything you went through this year with them-"

I shook my head. "Tay, it's fine," I assured her.

"I can arrange it so you two will be sitting next to each other for the reception. Even for yours, you let Tommy sit next to Tanya, and Adam next to Shyanne," she reminded me.

"Taylor, it's fine," I repeated.

"Troy!" we heard soon after, and Troy came into the kitchen laughing.

He leaned against the counter next to me, and continued to laugh. "What'd you do to him?" I asked before opening the wooden curtains to see myself. Chad was in the middle of the living room with a bucket on his head, trying very hard to get it off, and failing. Taylor and I started laughing, too.

"Man, this isn't funny anymore," Chad told us, and tripped over the coffee table, and smacked his head into the couch in the process. It made us laugh harder. "This bucket just saved me from fucking all my teeth up," he said as Taylor went over to help him get it off. "Get away from me, cat," he told Minnie as he stood up.

I glared. "Hey, be nice to my kitty," I ordered, pointing a finger at his.

"Be nice to the cat? Tell your husband to be nice to me, at least I didn't get a speeding ticket," Chad replied.

"Nice try on ratting me out, seeing as I already to him about it!" I informed him. Chad made a face at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him. I felt my stomach rumble. "I'm hungry," I stated, touching my belly.

They all laughed. "Since I'm off work, and we're not, well, otherwise engaged," Troy started and pushed off the counter. See, there are some more of them teacher words I'm teaching him. "Let's all go out to dinner," he proposed. "We'll call Sharpay and Zeke, and make a group out of it," he added.

Taylor shrugged. "Sure, I just need to change out of my hospital clothes," she agreed, while Chad just nodded to the idea.

"You need to shower because you smell like smoke," I told Troy, and he shook his head at me. I hate when he smells like smoke. "Oh, I want greasy food, can we go to The Spot? We hardly go there anymore," I suggested.

"That's because it's crawling with youngens," Chad reminded me.

"Chad, we're twenty three, and I would like to still qualify as a youngen," I responded. "Well, in certain areas of my life," I mumbled. "Just go change and all that, and you shower," I directed towards Troy. "And, I'll call Sharpay and Zeke," I finished, sending them all off in different directions.

A call to Sharpay and an hour later, we were all pulling into The Spot. "Aren't you forgetting something, Shar?" Chad asked as her and Zeke got out of their car.

Sharpay looked confused and shook her head. "I have my purse," she said, still confused.

"Your son?" Chad reminded her.

"Oh, Chad, I thought you were talking about something important. Not that my baby isn't, but he's spending the day with Zeke's parents," she informed him. "We haven't had a free day in, like, forever, so they're giving us one," she told us.

I looped my arm through Troy's, and leaned against his shoulder. His hands are in his pockets, and he is wearing a light blue button up shirt that has white lines on it, and he has the sleeves rolled up. He's also wearing jeans, and Chuck Taylor's. "You should have told me that, S, I wouldn't have asked you guys to come get food with all of us," I commented.

Zeke shrugged. "Why? We consider this fun," he mentioned.

"Yeah, I'm not bored of you all yet," Sharpay teased, and we laughed. "Come on, I am hungry, you know," she said before she started to lead us into the diner. We found a big u-booth that fit all of us.

"As much as I miss Ry and Kelsi, it is easier sitting in here without eight," Taylor mumbled as we all settled into the booth. "God, this place hasn't changed since we left high school," she added, looking around.

"I don't even remember the last time I was in here," Chad threw in, grabbing a menu. "Same menu, hell yeah," he said to himself, smiling widely.

Troy wrapped an arm around me. "I remember the last time I was in here," he told then, smirking down at me.

I squinted at him. I do, too. It was before we were back together, we came here for lunch, and that night was the first time we made love since our break up. "Yeah, well, you better not go blabbing," I stated, taking my own menu.

"Go blabbing what?" Zeke questioned from the end of the booth. Troy and I are in the middle with the other couples on either side of us.

"I hate Gabriella with straight hair," Troy covered up.

"Me, too," Sharpay agreed, holding up her hand like it was some type of group thing.

I frowned. "Sorry, you don't find me attractive this way," I responded. "I'll just go dunk my head in water so it can dry curly, would you like that?" I asked him.

"Baby, if I can find you attractive blond, I definitely find you attractive with straight hair. But, curly hair is just... you. It's your thing," Troy told me.

"One, when did you ever go blond, and can I have pictures?" Chad questioned. "Two, and they are right. You practically look like a different person with straight hair," he replied.

I rolled my eyes. "No, I've never been blond, it's a honeymoon thing you won't understand. I've known you all my whole life, and I'm married to you," I said, looking at Troy. "You've seen me with straight hair how many times, and you tell me this now?" I asked them.

"Hey, I've told you before," Troy insisted.

"Miss Montez," our conversation was interrupted by two of my old students coming up to the table. This place is crawling with teenagers. "That is you, isn't it? You look different with straight hair," Donna commented.

All my friends, and Troy started laughing. "Yeah, it's me," I told the girls, squeezing Troy's thigh tightly, and he had to instinct to stop. "But, it's Mrs. Bolton now," I corrected them.

"AJ told us you got married already," Brooke replied, blushing a little because everyone was looking at her.

I smiled. "Yep, a month ago tomorrow. How are your summer's going?" I questioned them.

"Really good, it's going by really fast, though," Donna told me.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed. "Oh, you should know this guy right here, Chad Danforth, he'll be your gym teacher next year," I told them. "Chad, these girls are Brooke and Donna," I introduced them.

"You're not like Coach are you?" Brooke asked, and the tone in her voice hoped for a no.

Zeke chuckled. "He'll be worse," he told the girls.

"Funny," Chad muttered in reply. "No, I'll be better. We're gonna have a back to back championship like we did when I was in high school," he informed them, making them laugh a little. "Right, Hoops?" he asked Troy.

"Why are you asking me? I'm not on the team anymore," Troy reminded him.

"We have to get back to our friends, but it was nice seeing you Miss Mon- Mrs. Bolton," Brooke interrupted.

Donna nodded. "We just wanted to say hi to our favorite teacher," she said before they ran off.

"Aw, Gabi, you're their favorite," Sharpay cooed.

"Shut up and order your food," I told her, and she stuck her tongue out at me.


I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Troy's fingers gently moving through my hair. My head is on Troy's chest, with my arm draped across his stomach, and his arm is around me.

"I know you're awake," Troy suddenly said, and I tilted my head up towards his. "Morning," he greeted, making me smile.

I scooted up so my head was on his shoulder, and I kissed his neck. "Good morning," I replied before nuzzling his neck lightly.

"Yes it is," he agreed, holding me tighter.

"What time is it?" I questioned, noticing how bright it was.

I felt his head turn. "A little after noon," he answered, looking down at me. "I've been up for a while, but you were tired, so I just watched you sleep," he informed me.

I sat up so I was at the same level as him. "You should have woken me up," I told him, stretching as I spoke.

Troy pushed my hair off my shoulder, then kissed it. "Why? You were exhausted last night, you were out by, like, midnight," he reminded me. "You needed your sleep," he summed up, burying his head in my hair.

"I can't sleep without you there, sue me," I mumbled grumpily, tangling my hand into his hair. "And, it's only gotten worse since we got married," I added, turning myself around to face him, making him remove his head from my shoulder.

"Come here," Troy urged, pulling on my waist. He waited until I was straddling him to speak again. "Mmm, you're pretty," he admitted.

I started laughing. "We went from talking about how your job sucks to how I look in the morning, which is not pretty," I stated aloud. He opened his mouth. "You're biased, your opinion doesn't count," I told him. "How are you so nice in the morning?" I asked him.

Troy chuckled himself. "I may be biased, but it's still the truth, and I'm nice in the morning because I am awesome like that," he responded. "And, what husband would be moody when he wakes up to his wife cuddled into him wearing lingerie?" he questioned.

I looked down at my black nightie that is made of silk, is slightly lacy, and doesn't even go mid-thigh. "I got it while you were working, it was supposed to be taken off, but we didn't get that far," I sighed, smiling at him.

He shrugged. "I don't mind, I was tired, too. Plus, I like looking at you in it," he commented, his hands sliding down my sides.

I rested my hands on his forearms before leaning in to kiss him. "Happy anniversary, hubby," I murmured against his lips.

He kissed me gently. "Back at you, wifey," he whispered. "But, right now, you should shower," he said, tapping my butt lightly.

"Why don't we make that 'you' a 'we'?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Troy's hands slipped down past my nightie, and started to slide up my thighs. He shook his head a little. "Uh uh," he replied, his hands making their way to my panties.

I smiled. "Then why are you taking off my underwear?" I wondered, and his hands stilled. "No, I didn't want you to stop," I whined.

"I was going to anyways," he told me. "I like watching you get all worked up is all," he mentioned, tugging me against him.

I felt his heartbeat through his chest. I cleared my throat. "Ye-yeah?" I stuttered out.

He grinned, nodding. "Uhuh," he assured me. "You start breathing heavy, and have trouble saying even the easiest of words. Then, you get in this trance, and I am free to seduce you in any way I want," he listed off. I mumbled some unknown word. "You're really sexy, Brie," he said against my ear, his hands moving even further up my bare body, only to stop under my breasts. His thumbs ran across my ribcage as he started to kiss me. I moaned into his mouth while my hands moved into his hair. His hands traveled down to my hips, and then he rolled us over. "Brie?" he said after he pulled away, leaving me panting.

"Huh?" I replied, looking into his eyes.

"You should shower because I don't plan on making love with you until tonight," he told me before getting off of me, and leaving the bedroom.

I groaned with annoyance. "Troy!" I called out angrily. I heard his laugh as I got out of bed, and begrudgingly went into the bathroom. After I showered, Troy showered while I got dressed. Since it is our anniversary (okay, it's only been a month, but it still counts), I dressed nicely, but not too over the top. I put on a cute tan dress that had shiny circles all over it, and had short sleeves. It went about mid thigh, had a deep V-neck, and I put my hair in a braid that came over my shoulder.

Troy came out of his shower dressed and ready for the day, wearing white t-shirt underneath a gray button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was finger-combed, and flopped to the side like usual. "You look extra nice," he mentioned, coming up behind me.

"It's not too much, is it? I mean, we aren't leaving the apartment, are we?" I asked.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and looked at me in the mirror. "Baby, I've been at work for two days straight, and we hung out with our friends until late last night. I don't want to share you, even with the outside world," he told me. "I want it to be like the first couple days of our honeymoon, remember? Like, there was only the two of us," he said, kissing my cheek. "No, it's not too much, you look beautiful."

I turned around in his arms. "You're perfect, you know that?" I informed him. "When we fight, we fight like the best of them, but when we're not, you are the perfect guy," I explained.

He nodded cockily. "My momma raised me right is all," he told me.

"Eh, I'd like to think that I molded you to be like this," I joked.

"I won't reply to that because I got you all ready and willing this morning, and did nothing," he said to me. "Now, come on, you ready for the first part of the anniversary festivities?" he questioned.

I shrugged. "I'm ready for the last part," I replied.

Troy chuckled. "Ha ha." He grabbed my hands. "First is breakfast slash lunch on the balcony," he told me.

"Oooh," I cooed, letting him pull me out to the kitchen to make the food. Troy and I spent the whole day together, only the two of us. We turned off our cell phones, and silenced the ringer to the house phone. We even locked and chained the door so no one would come in. In the two weeks we have been home from our honeymoon, we have had time alone, but we have spent a lot of time hanging out with our friends and family. Sunday's are a given for going to my mom's house. Every Sunday the whole family goes over there. Plus, all of last week I had my period, and was miserable. Today, though, we talked a lot, watched a few movies (more like made out during them), and fun couply things like that.

"Brie, I'm serious, you are not allowed to touch this food," Troy stated, blocking the steaks from me. "Whatever you touch, and goes into the oven, burns," he told me.

I faked a gasp. "Well, what can I do?" I asked him, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

Troy turned towards me, and lifted me up onto the counter. "Nothing," he answered. "You can sit there, and watch, and talk to me," he explained. "Then, in about twenty minutes you can pour a can or two of greenbeans into a bowl, and put them in the microwave," he added.

"It's not fair," I started to ramble as he prepped the steaks to put into the broiler. "I've been taking lessons from Zeke for almost a year on cooking, and I still suck," I went on. "And, you, you are, like, a natural born chef, which is a good thing to find in a man, but once in a while, I would like to cook a decent meal for you. Instead, I practically kill you," I continued.

Troy put the steaks into the broiler. "You don't practically kill me, it just doesn't taste great every time. You can cook simple things," he informed me, moving to stand in front of me. "I'm not a natural born chef, I just always helped my mom cook dinner, and had to fend for myself when she moved back to Arizona. I picked up a couple things, that's all," he told me. "You make the best tacos from scratch, you know that?" he wondered.

I shook my head. "You've never mentioned it," I replied, straightening out his collar.

"Well, you do," he assured me.

I smiled. "It's because I'm Mexican," I told him. "Thank you, and you make better everything else," I finished.

Troy opened my legs a little, and stood in between them. "You're welcome, and thank you, too," he responded. I nodded. "And, I like that you're Mexican. I have a thing for Latina women," he commented.

I raised an eyebrow. "Women? You like more Latina's than just me?" I tried to give him a hard time.

He chuckled. "Okay, I have a huge thing for one Latina woman," he corrected. "Better?" he asked.

"Yep," I agreed. "And, I have a thing for.." I trailed off. "Oh, my God, I don't know what you are," I mumbled. "I'm a horrible wife, I don't know what my own husband is, I-"

"Brie, I am a human," Troy cut me off while laughing a little. Oh, ha ha, so funny. "You're the best wife in the world," he went on.

I interrupted him. "But, we've been together for how long?" I rhetorically asked. "I don't know where you are from originally. Bolton. What is that-"

He kissed me to shut me up. "It's English, like, from England. My dad's side is English and Greek. My mom's maiden name is Logan, which is Irish, and as far as I know, a couple of my ancestors on her side were Jewish, but I was raised Catholic because my dad is," he informed me.

I kissed him one more time. "That means I have a thing for English, Greek, Irish, and slightly Jewish guys," I pieced together, making him laugh. "I. Love. You," I said in between kisses. "So much, I can't tell you enough," I whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

"I love you, too," he murmured, and kissed me back gently. "The weekend my grandfather died, it was a family reunion," he started to tell me. "My mom still says he waited until the whole family was together before he died, just to see us all one more time. Anyways, I'd always been his favorite," he said with a smile that made me laugh lightly. "Hey, I'm the oldest, I am. I was sitting with him the day before he died, we were just talking, and he asked me about that girl I was seeing. That girl being you. I told him the truth about us, that for some reason you broke up with me, and we weren't together anymore. He asked me if I still loved you, and I told him that I still loved you more than I thought possible, of course," Troy said with a sigh. "He said he already knew that, he always knew everything," he mentioned with annoyance in his voice. "Seriously, he did. I could never do anything without him-"

"Baby, the story," I reminded him.

He nodded. "Right. So, he knew I still loved you, and he gave me advice, the same advice I followed when you got back from California. He told me that life is too short, and to fight like hell for you. He said that if I whole heartedly believed that you were the one for me, to do everything in my power to get you back. And, he had a lot of confidence in me, so he said that when I did get you back, to tell you how much I love you everyday," he finished.

"Well, you've made him proud, because you do tell me everyday," I confirmed with a nod. "I wish I would have been there for you when he died," I told him. "I know you two were close," I added.

"Yeah," Troy muttered, leaning his forehead on mine. "I was happy we all got the weekend with him, most people don't get that," he commented.

I ran a hand through his hair. "He's proud of you," I repeated, making Troy look directly into my eyes. "You have a job that you love where you help people everyday, you're a good guy, you're happy-"

"I'm happily married," he cut in. "I got you back, he'd be proud that I did that," he explained. "That was hard within itself, you are so fucking stubborn," he informed me.

"Remember my graduation dinner?" I questioned, and he nodded with a smile.

"Of course, you looked hott as hell in that mini skirt, and black top," he told me. "During college you got curvier, if that is a word, and you froze when you saw me. It was just like the first time I met you at Chad's," he admitted.

I smiled. "You have that affect on me," I teased, feeding his ego. "Anyways, how the hell did you act so normal around me?" I asked. "I was freaking out, I felt betrayed by my own family, I was pissed, and slightly giddy at the sight of you," I confessed.

"I knew you would be coming home that day for a while," he responded. "Vince told me. I prepared mentally to see you, knowing it would make my heart skip a beat, and all I would want to do was beg you to get back with me. So, I pulled the cool guy card, and acted like you were just some old friend even though it killed me inside," he explained. "I didn't know you felt your family betrayed you." I find it funny we've never talked about this.

I nodded. "Hell yeah, I did. You were friends with all my siblings still, you had hung out with my nieces and nephews more than I did, my mother still adored you, and I had no idea you still lived in New Mexico, let alone Albuquerque," I reminded him.

Troy laughed. "I had no idea they hadn't told you about me at all," he said mid laugh. "I got weekly updates from Vince, literally, I did," he told me. "I called him once a week because I am obsessive when it comes to you, and asked how you were, how school was, who you were seeing, tried to get out of him why you broke up with me," he listed off.

"I know, he told me after I got back," I said to him just as the timer went off.

"Alright, Betty Crocker, I need you to open them greenbeans, put them in a bowl, then into the microwave, and if you burn them I will die of laughter," he ordered in a joking fashion, moving away from me.

I hopped off the counter with his help, and saluted him. "Yes, sir," I agreed, making him laugh some more. We ate dinner, which was steak, baked potatoes, and greenbeans, along with ice cream for dessert, and talked about his work. The city, thank God, is on a bit of a dry spell. All they've had is a few car crashes, and some false alarms. So, all the guys do is play pool, hang out, and prank call their girlfriends or wives. I've gotten a couple from Tommy, Nick, and Ronny, none from Troy, though. And, usually, I just joke with the guys, poking fun at them. I also give them girl advice. Tommy and Tanya are having a lot 'o problems lately. She moved in with him because her apartment building got sold or something. Tommy is not liking living with her even though she practically lived there anyways. I don't understand boys, just Troy.

"I'm gonna have to say that the best part of dinner was the greenbeans," Troy joked, taking a swig of his beer.

I laughed, sipping my glass of wine. "Mm, I disagree. It was the steak, you are better at making them than Richard," I stated with a nod.

Troy smiled at me, and put down his bottle. We haven't been drinking all day, just a little at dinner. "I know we said no presents because it's only been a month, but I may have gotten you something anyways," he confessed.

I gave him a death stare. "Troy, you did not because I followed the rules and got you nothing," I told him.

"If you put it that way, fine. I didn't get you anything, I got me something, and evened the score," he corrected.

I was confused now. "What are you talking about?" I asked. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Is the present you? If it is, I hate to break it to ya, babe, but that's already mine," I said.

"No, it's not," he replied, throwing the shirt over the back of his chair. "It's this," he told me, pushing up the sleeve of his t-shirt. On his right shoulder, in black ink, was the name 'Brie' with a date underneath. The date we got married.

"Troy," I cooed, pulling him closer by his arm. "When did you get this? How did I not notice? Why?" I asked, not moving my eyes from his shoulder.

"I got it done when you were on your period, and you didn't want anyone touching you, especially me because you were so miserable. You didn't notice because I always wore long sleeved shirts, you didn't shower with me, and didn't think to wonder why I was wearing shirts to bed. And, the answer to the why is because you have one for me, I wanted to get one for you. That, and it's kind sad when you're girl has a tattoo and you don't," he told me.

I gave him a smile before catapulting myself into his arms. "It's perfect, I love it, thank you," I said in his ear.

Troy held me tighter. "I love it, too, and you're welcome," he murmured against my hair.

"Do the guys know about it?" I questioned, pulling away a little to look him in the eye.

"Yeah," he answered. "I went with Chad and Tommy to get it," he said with a laugh. "Tommy got a tramp stamp while we were there," he laughed out.

I couldn't help but laugh, too. "Why?" I asked. "I mean, I have one, but I'd like to think it's slightly classy," I mumbled.

Troy grinned. "I was getting mine done, and this tattooer, or whatever they are called, was sitting there with us, talking. She was saying how cute it was I was getting one for my wife, and blah, blah, blah, and Tommy wanted to look better than me, so he said he would get one, too. He thought she was hott," he informed me. Oh, that's why he did it. "Next thing I know, I was getting bandaged up, and he was laying on his stomach getting a naked baby angel tattooed above his ass," he told me.

I laughed some more. "Did it at least have a T in it for Tanya or something?" I wondered.

He shook his head. "Nope, just a naked baby angel with clouds underneath it," he answered. "Tanya doesn't even know about it yet because they haven't had sex in a while. They've done nothing but fight for the last week or so," he reminded me.

I kissed him on the lips. "I'm glad you didn't get one like that with a G in it or something," I commented.

He kissed me again. "It didn't even really hurt at all, getting the tattoo," he mentioned in return. "I was thinking about getting one, like, every time we have a kid. Nothing big, just something to signify it," he said.

"Oh, me too, we can't get them matching," I replied in a joking manner, kissing him lightly.

Troy kept me in the kiss, pulling me into his lap entirely. He kissed me slowly, making a thump make itself known between my legs, and my heart speed up. I felt him pull my hair-tie out, making my hair instantly fall out of the braid, and be more curly than usual. He pulled away, and rested his forehead against mine. "Are you gonna give me five babies?" he asked in a low voice. I bit my lip while nodding. "When?" he questioned.

I shrugged with a clueless look. "I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"Shouldn't we figure this out?" he asked. "We're married now, what's stopping us?" he wondered.

I didn't know what to say. "I don't know," I repeated. "We just got married, Troy," I reminded him. "A month ago today, isn't kids right now a little quick?" I questioned.

"No, you'd get pregnant around now, and we'd have a baby in about nine months," he told me like I was a toddler.

"I know, Troy, I'm not stupid, I know how it works. But, we just got married," I said again.

He nodded. "Right. It goes dating, relationship, marriage, babies," he stated. "What's wrong with right now?" he asked.

"I don't know, I don't really want to get pregnant right now," I told him.

"That's not fair," Troy responded. "I want a baby, and you don't want to get pregnant, so we just don't have them until you feel like it?" he questioned.

I shrugged again. "I... guess?" I said, but it sounded like a question. Troy moved to stand up, so I got off of him. He grabbed the plates, and went into the kitchen. I groaned, running my hand through my hair a couple times. I went after him, and found him at the sink, wiping off the dishes. "You're mad," I stated the obvious, leaning against the counter next to him.

"You're quick on the uptake," he muttered in reply. I hate when we fight. We can be the lovey doviest couple in the world, and act like we are teenagers in heat, but when we fight, we fight hard.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked him. "It's true that I am going to be the one carrying a baby around for ten months, because it is actually ten, they just say it's nine, and I don't want to go through all that right now," I told him honestly. "We just got married," I said again.

He dropped the knife in his hand, and turned towards me. No knife is good. "What does that have to do with anything, Gabriella? Yes, we're married," he told me.

"No, it's the just that matters," I correct. "Just, as in just a month ago. Excuse me for being content in where we are right now. I love knowing my last name is Bolton, I loved correcting Donna and Brooke yesterday when they called me Miss Montez. I love wearing my wedding ring, I love seeing yours on, is that so bad?" I questioned.

He shook his head. "No, it's not. I love those things, too. But, is it so bad that I want a baby?" he asked. "That I want something that is a little of you, and a little of me. I want to wake up in the middle of the night and hear it crying, and I want to pick him or her up, and make them stop right away because I'm their dad. Is that horrible?"

"No, baby, it's not," I assured him. "I want that for you, Hell, I want that for me," I told him. "A baby is a big step, Troy," I reminded him.

"I know, and it's a step I want to make right now, with you," he responded, linking our hands together.

"But I don't know if I'm ready to make that step," I confessed, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but it was the truth. "Troy, we're still living in a one bedroom apartment-"

"So, we get a house, it's not like we can't afford it," he cut me off.

I gave him a soft smile. "I know we can, but you said it yourself, I'm stubborn, finding the perfect house will be a while," I told him. Troy's mom works for a big bank, and I'm not stupid, we've invested wisely, and both have savings. Put those savings together, and our very steady income, along with all his banking smartness, we're pretty damn fine in the money department. "I don't want to jump into this when we aren't completely ready," I finished.

"Brie, you're mom works in real estate, it'll be easy enough to get a house we both love. And, I'm ready, I don't know why are you aren't," he responded.

"Because," I started, squeezing his hands. "I have to go through three months of constant nausea, and then an aching back, and swollen ankles, and breasts, then there is the labor, and giving birth," I gave him my reasons. "I don't know how to be a mom, anyways. I still fight with mine, and avoid her as horrible as that sounds, and- I'm happy just being the spoiling aunt," I told him.

Troy's hands moved to cup my face before he kissed my forehead. "I'm going to be there for you every step of the way," he assured me. "Through the nausea, and pain, and swollen things, and you can bet your ass I'll be there through the labor and birth. I wouldn't miss you cussing me out, and telling me I'm never going to touch you again for anything," he said with a smile. "Everyone still fights and avoids their mom, that's normal. I love being an uncle, too, but I want to be a dad. We'll learn how to be parents together," he told me.

"And, I want you to be a dad," I whispered, not even knowing why my eyes were watering up. "You're going to be the best Dad ever, I know it," I added.

"You're going to be the best Mom," he replied. I nodded, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. "I want a little girl with your curly hair and smile. Or, a little boy with my floppy hair, and your eyes," he told me.

"What if I want them to have your eyes?" I asked.

Troy picked me up under my butt so my head was around his. "Are you, Gabriella Carmen Bolton, saying you want to have a baby with me?" he questioned as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I shook my head. "No," I answered, making his face drop. "I'm saying I want to have a baby with you now," I corrected.

He glared at me. "Oh, that is mean," he told me, and I laughed.

"I'm going off the pill, and we'll let nature take it's course," I informed him.

He smiled widely. "Whatever will be will be," he agreed. "Let's get working on that, then," he suggested.

"You know I'm still on the pill right now, right?" I asked.

He turned around, and I hit the lights off on our way out. "I have super sperm," he stated, making me laugh.

You like? I do. I know it started pretty quick after the last one ended, but I have ideas.

Up next: House discussions, and Troy's dad stirs up trouble.

I have realized that I don't really make Troy and Gabriella fight, that will change a little this story. Some will be play fights, some will be real fights, but don't forget, make up sex usually follows!


I want to be surprised in the morning by them!

-- Kayleigh