"Wildcat, can you get the kids? It's time for dinner." Gabriella asked Troy. Three years had passed. The kids
were now three years old, and were going to start preschool at East Albuquerque Preschool in the fall. Yes, after
graduating from college, Troy and Gabriella had moved back to Albuquerque and were working at East High
when school was going on. But for the time, it was mid-July, so they were enjoying their time off.
"Where are they?" Troy asked.
"Upstairs in their rooms," Gabriella answered. When they moved, they had gotten a four bedroom house, so
each of the kids had gotten their own room.
"Okay, I'll go get them." Before going up the stairs, Troy kissed Gabriella's cheek. Even after being married
for four years, he still was loving his wife more and more as each day passed.
Gabriella smiled and returned his kiss with an 'I love you,' which Troy returned with his own 'I love you.' It
seemed like every day they said those words more and more, and Gabriella smiled more and more whenever Troy
would kiss her.
"Twoy! Get out of my room!" came a voice yelling from upstairs.
"What's going on?" Troy asked as got up the stairs.
"Daddy, Twoy went in my room!" Brie yelled, pushing her twin brother down on the ground.
"Daddy, she pushed me!" the little Troy said as he started to cry. Then, he hit Brie.
Brie started crying. "I want Mommy," she said.
"Kids, no more hitting or pushing," the dad Troy said, picking up his son off the floor. "Now let's go eat din-
"Wildcat, what's going on?" Gabriella asked from downstairs.
"The kids are fighting," Troy answered. "And Brie pushed Troy down, and then he hit her."
At that moment, Gabriella saw her daughter running down the stairs crying. "Mommy, Twoy hit me," she said,
going over to Gabriella and hugging her.
"Well Daddy made him stop," Gabriella said, picking up Brie and holding her. "And while he shouldn't have
hit you, you shouldn't have pushed him, either."
"But he was gonna take my toys," Brie cried, putting her face against her mother's shoulder.
"Well if there's a problem, you need to use words instead of hitting or pushing. You could have just said,
'Troy, can you please not come in my room? I would like to play by myself.' And if he would refuse, you need to
get Mommy or Daddy," Gabriella said, kissing her daughter's head.
Just then, Troy came downstairs with his son. "Brie," he said, looking at his daughter, "Troy wants to tell you
"What?" Brie asked, looking at her brother.
"I'm sowy," the little Troy said.
"Brie, can you say sorry, too?" Gabriella asked.
"I'm sowy," Brie said.
"Mommy, Bwie pushed me and I fell down," Troy said.
"Don't talk about it anymore little Wildcat," the dad Troy said. Since Gabriella called him Wildcat, she had
decided that their son's nickname should be little Wildcat, and Troy had went along with it.
"But she did," Troy told his dad.
"Well it's over now," Gabriella said. "Wildcat, can you get them into their seats at the table? I'm gonna put our
dinner on the table."
"Okay," Troy said, taking his daughter from Gabriella and putting her down in a chair at the dining room tab-
le. Brie was beginning to look a lot like her mother, with her brown eyes, dark hair, sweet smile, and petite size.
The only things were that her hair was straight like her fathers instead of curly like her mother's and she had
Troy's eye shape.
The little Troy sat across from his sister. He had his mother's nose and some of her curls, but other than that,
he looked like his father with his blue eyes and light brown hair color.
"Okay," Gabriella said, putting dinner on the table. They were having chicken and mashed potatoes.
"That looks good, Gabby," Troy said, sitting down next to his son.
Gabriella sat down next to her daughter and reached across the table to grab her husband's hand and squeeze
it a little. When he looked at her, Gabriella whispered, "We have to talk after dinner."
Troy nodded, understanding, and started helping his son get food on his plate.
"What's up?" Troy asked. Dinner was over, and the kids had gone back upstairs to play some more, leaving
their parents alone to talk.
"Wildcat," Gabriella said, smiling. "I'm pregnant again."
"Really? Oh, that's so great!" Troy hugged Gabriella tightly and pressed kisses onto her cheeks, forehead, nose
and lips. "I love you so much."
Gabriella returned Troy's loving, affectionate hug and his kisses.
"When did you find out?" Troy asked.
"Today," Gabriella said.
"I'm so happy," Troy said, hugging Gabriella tighter. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Gabriella said back, hugging Troy tighter, too.
Troy and Gabriella looked to see their daughter standing at the entrance of the room.
"What are you doing?" Brie asked.
"We're hugging each other," Troy answered.
"Well I have to go potty weally bad!"
"Okay," Gabriella said, letting go of Troy and taking her daughter to the bathroom. Both the kids had been do-
ing very well with potty training, but they had a habit of waiting until the last minute to go.
"Why did you and Daddy look happy?" Brie asked as Gabriella helped her wash her hands.
"Well we have to tell you and your brother something," Gabriella said.
"Is it good?"
Brie left the bathroom after drying her hands and went upstairs.
"Wildcat," Gabriella said to Troy as she walked over to him.
"Can we go tell the kids now?"
"Okay," Troy said, wrapping one of his arms around Gabriella's waist as they walked upstairs.
"Troy, Brie," Gabriella said from the hallway.
The two kids ran out to see their parents. "What, Mommy?" Troy asked.
"We have to tell you two something," the dad Troy said.
"You're going to have a new baby brother or sister," Gabriella said, smiling.
"I don't want another sister!" Troy said, his voice becoming angry.
"Don't go buy another bwother for me!" Brie pouted, folding her little arms across her chest.
"Can I come with you and pick out the baby?" Troy asked. "I don't want a mean one."
The parents Troy and Gabriella laughed a little at what their kids were saying. "We're not buying the baby,"
Troy told his kids.
"Then how are we going to get it?" Brie asked thoughtfully.
"It's in Mommy's belly," Gabriella said.
"How?" Brie asked, curious.
"Well let's just say that Mommy and Daddy love each other a lot," Gabriella said.
"I don't understand," Brie said.
"You'll get it when you're a big girl," Troy assured his daughter. Then, turning towards Gabriella, said, "She's
gonna be a smart girl, just like you. She's very thoughtful."
"Oh," Brie said. "Well are you going to take it out now?"
"Mommy, don't take it out!" Troy yelled.
"No, it won't come out for a long time. It needs to grow."
"Oh," Brie said again.
"Can I play outside?" the little Troy asked.
"Well Mommy or Daddy has to come," Gabriella said.
"I want to go out, too!" Brie said, jumping up and down.
"Okay, well get your shoes on," Gabriella said.
"I'll go out with you," Troy told his kids.
"I'll come too," Gabriella said.
"Daddy, can you play basketball with me?" Troy asked.
"Okay," Troy said, answering his son. A couple weeks ago, he had taught him a little basketball, and even
though he was young, he had loved it.
"I'll go get my shoes on," Gabriella said, going into the room that she shared with Troy.
"Me, too," Troy said, following Gabriella into his room.
"Wildcat, what do you think of the name Julliette?" Gabriella asked. "I like that name, and I think it would be
nice for a girl."
"You man if our baby's a girl?" Troy asked.
"I like it," Troy said.
"And what about for a boy? I was thinking Matthew, and we could call him Matt."
"I like that, too," Troy said. "But you're only having one baby this time, right?"
"Yeah," Gabriella said.
"Okay, I was just checking."
"Mommy, Daddy, we're weady to go outside!" Brie said from her parents' doorway.
"Okay," Gabriella said. "So are we. Come on, Wildcat."
"Coming," Troy said, taking Gabriella's hand as they walked out of their room.
"Let's go play basketball!" little Troy said excitedly, running down the steps and out the back door with his
sister and parents following.
"Mommy, I want to swing," Brie said. Troy and Gabriella had gotten a swing set for their kids soon after they
moved into their house.
"Okay," Gabriella said. She lifted her daughter up onto one of the swings.
"Can you push me but not too high?" Brie asked.
"Okay," Gabriella said, gently making the swing move.
"Mommy! I stole the ball fwom Daddy!" little Troy yelled, running over to his mom.
"Good job!" Gabriella said. "Now you'd better go back to playing before Daddy wins."
"Okay," Troy said, running back over to the small basketball practice area that was in the yard.
Around seven-thirty, Gabriella said, "Okay, we have to go in now and go to bed."
"Why?" Brie asked. "I wanna play!"
"You need your sleep," Gabriella answered. "You can play tomorrow."
"But I wanna play now," Brie said.
"Wildcat, can you bring Troy in?" Gabriella asked.
"Okay, Gabby," Troy agreed. "Come on, Troy, let's go to bed."
"I don't wanna go to bed!" Troy said.
"Well if you want to be a nice, strong basketball player, you have to," his dad told him.
Troy still looked mad, but walked to the door to go inside anyway. Brie and his parents followed him. "Okay,
let's go brush your teeth and get your pajamas on," Gabriella said to her daughter.
"Okay," Brie said, going up the stairs.
Gabriella followed her daughter into the bathroom and helped her brush her teeth. When she was done, Troy
helped his son brush his teeth while Gabriella went in Brie's room with her to help her get her pajamas on. Once
Troy had his pajamas on, he went in his bed and Brie went in hers. The parents Troy and Gabriella kissed each of
them good night, then went downstairs. "Soon we'll have another one to take care of," Gabriella said after she
was sitting on the sofa snuggled up to Troy.
"I know," Troy said, putting his arm around Gabriella's shoulders. "But by the time you do, Brie and Troy will
be four, so hopefully they'll calm down a little."
"I don't know," Gabriella said. "They both seem very energetic."
"Well I guess that's a good thing. We don't need them to be lazy and lie around all day."
"I know. I guess it is good."
Troy kissed Gabriella's cheek and pulled her closer. "I can't wait for our new baby," he said.
"Me neither. It was cute when the kids thought we were gonna buy one at a store."
"I know. But I guess they take after you, and you're adorable."
Gabriella smiled. "Did I ever tell you I love you?"
"Lots of times, but it's always nice to hear it," Troy said.
"Remember the first time I told you I loved you?" Gabriella asked.
Troy nodded. "And you didn't give me a chance to say it back."
"Well you did get to eventually," Gabriella said.
"I know," Troy said. "What kind of people do you think our kids will find to marry?"
"Troy! They're three! They won't be old enough to marry for fifteen years! Don't try to rush them growing up."
"Okay," Troy said, rubbing Gabriella's arm.
Just then, footsteps were heard on the stairs. "Mommy, I'm thirsty," Troy told his mother.
"Okay, you can have a little bit of water, but then you need to sleep," Gabriella said, getting up and going into
the kitchen to get Troy a cup of water. "Here you go."
"Thank you," Troy said, taking the cup of water and sipping it. "Okay, I'm done." He handed the cup back to
Gabriella and went back upstairs.
After putting the cup in the sink, Gabriella went back to Troy. "He's so much like you," she said.
"I know, and Brie's like you-except for when she gets into fights with her brother."
"Well remember what I told you-that I threw a fit at kindergarten?"
"Yeah," Troy said. "But I can't see my sweet, precious Gabby acting up."
"Well I did," Gabriella told Troy.
"Aw, well you must have grown out of it, because you're such a sweetheart now."
"Thanks," Gabriella said.
"I wonder how they're gonna do in preschool," Troy said.
"I hope they'll be okay," Gabriella said.
Troy took Gabriella's hand and gently stroked her fingers. "I love you," he told her, looking into her eyes.
"I love you, too," Gabriella said back.
Troy then kissed Gabriella's lips. Gabriela kissed back, then rested her head on Troy's shoulder. They had
come so far from the time they started dating. And every day, even though they were getting older, they felt that
their love was fresher than the day before.