MUMUS: Perfectly Unplanned
Here is the 7th short for January... it's hard to believe I've written this many! Go me!
Requested By: Martine (via NBY)
Couple: Troy & Gabriella
Rating: M
Quote: "I have nothing more to say to you!" *leaves and comes back 10 minutes later* "Except, I love you!"
Random Stuff:
- Pink laptop
- iPhone
- Peaches
- Guitar Hero
- A rubber duck
In college and pregnant. Gabriella had never imagined herself being a second year college student with a baby on the way. In her mind, kids had been a distant thought for when she was well established in her career and settled down. But here she was, still in college and unmarried, living with Troy, the father of her unborn baby.
She and Troy had met in high school, but hadn’t started dating until college. His views on children and marriage had been like that of her own, in the distant future, but he had been supportive of her decision to keep their baby. They were a committed couple who loved each other and fell victim to a defective condom.
Prior to finding out they were pregnant, she had lived with her best friend Taylor and he had lived with his best friend Chad. Shortly after finding out they were expecting, they had decided to get an apartment of their own and “nest” before the baby arrived in July. With limited funds they barely scrapped by, but some how the managed on their scholarships and her part-time job at the campus bookstore. Between their full class loads, her work and his basketball schedule, they didn’t have a lot of time to relax.
It was a Wednesday night in her fifth month of pregnancy that Gabriella left work exhausted and walked the three blocks to their apartment. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but with a paper due in the morning, she knew it would be a late night. The state of the apartment only worsened her mood when she found it littered with plates of half eaten food, pop cans and various video game controllers. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to smash Troy’s Guitar Hero guitar on the coffee table. Urge suppressed, she forced herself to go into the kitchen and get something to eat. There wasn’t much, but she found a couple peaches and ate them then washed them down with ice water.
She was pulling her pink laptop out of her backpack when she heard the front door open. She turned the laptop on then went out to the living room where Troy and Chad were.
“When did you get home?” Troy asked.
“Five minutes ago,” she replied. “Nearly broke my neck com-”
“Don’t start that again,” he cut her off.
“I- um- by-,” Chad said quickly, fleeing before finishing the last word.
“Troy, the house is filthy!”
“It’s not filthy,” he argued. “A little messy, yes, but filthy, no.”
“I can’t live in a messy house.”
“So clean it.”
“Excuse me?” She glared at him. “I am not your maid, Troy Bolton. I am the mother of your unborn child. I am taking twenty credits this term to get ahead for the time I’ll miss taking care of said child. I also work twenty hours a week so we can pay to live here and put food on our table.”
“Are you implying that I don’t do shit? Because, newsflash, I’m a full-time student, too. Not to mention that I’m on the basketball team and it’s my full scholarship that pays for this apartment, not your -”
“SHUT UP!” She cried in frustration. “You don’t get it, Troy. This isn’t a competition about who does the most. I just need help. I can’t do it all, Troy, I can barely function with what I’m already doing. I can’t take anything else on.”
“Nobody is asking you to,” Troy stated. “I don’t need a mother.”
Gabriella let out a frustrated ugh and clenched her eyes and mouth closed. “You know what, Troy,” she drew in a shaky breath. “You don’t get it and because of that I have nothing more to say to you.”
“Except, I love you!” Her heart screamed, but she couldn’t say it.
As calmly as possible, she grabbed her jacket, put it on then walked out of the apartment. She walked out to the lit common area and sat down on the bench. She pulled out her iPhone to call Taylor, but found herself staring at the picture of her and Troy as her background. They had taken the picture a few days before finding out about the baby and they were smiling lovingly at each other.
Curious as to what other pictures she had on her phone, she unlocked it and went to the photos section. She scrolled through the pictures and stopped on one with them both covered in chocolate cake batter. The picture brought a smile to her face as she remembered the food fight they had gotten into last summer; they had been making a cake for Taylor’s birthday but had ended up wearing the batter instead of baking it. She scrolled to picture of them in front of a camp fire from last summer as well; they, Chad and Taylor had camped under the stars, but had gotten so cold that night that she had climbed into Troy’s sleeping bag with him while Taylor had invaded Chad’s sleeping bag. She scrolled past several self-shots of her and Troy in various places and positions. The last picture was one of the yellow rubber ducky that Troy had purchased for the baby. He had bought it the day they found out they were pregnant and it had brought her to tears.
Looking at the pictures and at how happy they had been, made her heartache. She loved Troy and she wanted to be with him more than anything.
“But does he know that?” Her heart asked.
Standing up, she tucked her phone back into her pocket then headed back to the apartment. It had been ten minutes and she hoped that it had been long enough for both of them to cool down.
She froze in the doorway when she found the messy living room picked up. The various game controllers had been put away and all of the dishes and pop cans had been removed from the room.
Troy came out of the kitchen and leaned against the wall across the room from her.
“I’m sorry,” they said simultaneously. “I -”
“You first,” they did it again.
“Ladies first,” he said, meeting her in the middle of the room.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking him in the eye. “All excuses aside, I over reacted.”
“I’m sorry, too,” he replied. “And you were right about the room being filthy. I’m going to try harder to keep it picked up.”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “And even though it probably hasn’t seemed like it, I do love you.”
“I knew and I love you, too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her.
The next evening, Gabriella walked home after work and got the feeling that something was going on when she saw the lights in her and Troy’s apartment were off. Curious, she went inside and froze when she saw the dining room table in the living room with a romantic dinner for two feel to it.
“Troy?” She called.
“Take a seat, I’ll be out in a second,” he called back.
She hung her purse on the coat rack then sat down in one of the chairs.
He came out a few minutes later with two plates of spaghetti, salad and breadsticks.
“Troy, this looks fantastic,” she raved.
“Thanks,” he smiled. “I wanted to do something grander, but with practice I barely had time to stop at the grocery store.”
“You went grocery shopping?” She asked in surprise.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You were right last night; I need to pull more weight around here.”
“Troy, I -”
“Let me finish,” he shushed her. “You’re have my baby, our baby, and it’s time for me to start acting like a man. The basketball season ends in a few weeks and after that I will be looking for a job. I talked to coach and he’s going to put some feelers out there for me, but my plan is to work part-time until the end of the year then work full-time this summer.
“We’ll have to save a lot of the money to help get us through next basketball season, but coach said that NBA recruits have expressed interest in my playing skills. So who knows what the future holds for us, Gabs. Well, except for two things.”
“Two things?” She asked confused.
“The baby and this.” He pulled a small diamond ring out of his pocket and set it on the table. “I want to marry you, Gabriella, I don’t care if it’s tomorrow, the next day or five years from now. All I know is that I want you, me and our baby to be a real family.”
“Yes, Troy, I will marry you,” she cried. They sealed it with a kiss. “I should call my mom.”
“Let’s call them in the morning,” he suggested. “Let’s finish our dinner then celebrate on our own.”
Gabriella nodded and they basked in the silence as they ate their meal.
After dinner, Troy said he’d do the dishes, but Gabriella insisted on helping him. They got them done quickly then headed to their bedroom. They got ready for bed then laid down next to each other.
“I’ll get you a bigger one someday,” he promised when he saw her looking at the ring.
“It’s perfect, Troy, really,” she insisted. “I’m a simple girl, I don’t need anything big.”
“You su-”
She cut him off by placing her lips on his. Their tongues mingled as she climbed on top of him, pressing her body tightly against his, save for the baby bump. She pulled her swollen lips from his when she felt him tickling the inside of her thighs. She let out a staggered breath as his fingers slipped under her plain panties and rubbed her womanhood.
It wasn’t long before her body was on fire and, judging by his hard on, his body was too. Their clothing had long since been removed and there wasn’t anything stopping them from moving on. He helped guide himself into her and held onto her hips as she rocked against his throbbing member. They came together, crying out each others names.
Several minutes later, they laid in each others arms, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped protectively over her growing belly. Even though the pregnancy was unplanned, everything was working out perfectly.
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Requested By: Martine (via NBY)
Couple: Troy & Gabriella
Rating: M
Quote: "I have nothing more to say to you!" *leaves and comes back 10 minutes later* "Except, I love you!"
Random Stuff:
- Pink laptop
- iPhone
- Peaches
- Guitar Hero
- A rubber duck
In college and pregnant. Gabriella had never imagined herself being a second year college student with a baby on the way. In her mind, kids had been a distant thought for when she was well established in her career and settled down. But here she was, still in college and unmarried, living with Troy, the father of her unborn baby.
She and Troy had met in high school, but hadn’t started dating until college. His views on children and marriage had been like that of her own, in the distant future, but he had been supportive of her decision to keep their baby. They were a committed couple who loved each other and fell victim to a defective condom.
Prior to finding out they were pregnant, she had lived with her best friend Taylor and he had lived with his best friend Chad. Shortly after finding out they were expecting, they had decided to get an apartment of their own and “nest” before the baby arrived in July. With limited funds they barely scrapped by, but some how the managed on their scholarships and her part-time job at the campus bookstore. Between their full class loads, her work and his basketball schedule, they didn’t have a lot of time to relax.
It was a Wednesday night in her fifth month of pregnancy that Gabriella left work exhausted and walked the three blocks to their apartment. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but with a paper due in the morning, she knew it would be a late night. The state of the apartment only worsened her mood when she found it littered with plates of half eaten food, pop cans and various video game controllers. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to smash Troy’s Guitar Hero guitar on the coffee table. Urge suppressed, she forced herself to go into the kitchen and get something to eat. There wasn’t much, but she found a couple peaches and ate them then washed them down with ice water.
She was pulling her pink laptop out of her backpack when she heard the front door open. She turned the laptop on then went out to the living room where Troy and Chad were.
“When did you get home?” Troy asked.
“Five minutes ago,” she replied. “Nearly broke my neck com-”
“Don’t start that again,” he cut her off.
“I- um- by-,” Chad said quickly, fleeing before finishing the last word.
“Troy, the house is filthy!”
“It’s not filthy,” he argued. “A little messy, yes, but filthy, no.”
“I can’t live in a messy house.”
“So clean it.”
“Excuse me?” She glared at him. “I am not your maid, Troy Bolton. I am the mother of your unborn child. I am taking twenty credits this term to get ahead for the time I’ll miss taking care of said child. I also work twenty hours a week so we can pay to live here and put food on our table.”
“Are you implying that I don’t do shit? Because, newsflash, I’m a full-time student, too. Not to mention that I’m on the basketball team and it’s my full scholarship that pays for this apartment, not your -”
“SHUT UP!” She cried in frustration. “You don’t get it, Troy. This isn’t a competition about who does the most. I just need help. I can’t do it all, Troy, I can barely function with what I’m already doing. I can’t take anything else on.”
“Nobody is asking you to,” Troy stated. “I don’t need a mother.”
Gabriella let out a frustrated ugh and clenched her eyes and mouth closed. “You know what, Troy,” she drew in a shaky breath. “You don’t get it and because of that I have nothing more to say to you.”
“Except, I love you!” Her heart screamed, but she couldn’t say it.
As calmly as possible, she grabbed her jacket, put it on then walked out of the apartment. She walked out to the lit common area and sat down on the bench. She pulled out her iPhone to call Taylor, but found herself staring at the picture of her and Troy as her background. They had taken the picture a few days before finding out about the baby and they were smiling lovingly at each other.
Curious as to what other pictures she had on her phone, she unlocked it and went to the photos section. She scrolled through the pictures and stopped on one with them both covered in chocolate cake batter. The picture brought a smile to her face as she remembered the food fight they had gotten into last summer; they had been making a cake for Taylor’s birthday but had ended up wearing the batter instead of baking it. She scrolled to picture of them in front of a camp fire from last summer as well; they, Chad and Taylor had camped under the stars, but had gotten so cold that night that she had climbed into Troy’s sleeping bag with him while Taylor had invaded Chad’s sleeping bag. She scrolled past several self-shots of her and Troy in various places and positions. The last picture was one of the yellow rubber ducky that Troy had purchased for the baby. He had bought it the day they found out they were pregnant and it had brought her to tears.
Looking at the pictures and at how happy they had been, made her heartache. She loved Troy and she wanted to be with him more than anything.
“But does he know that?” Her heart asked.
Standing up, she tucked her phone back into her pocket then headed back to the apartment. It had been ten minutes and she hoped that it had been long enough for both of them to cool down.
She froze in the doorway when she found the messy living room picked up. The various game controllers had been put away and all of the dishes and pop cans had been removed from the room.
Troy came out of the kitchen and leaned against the wall across the room from her.
“I’m sorry,” they said simultaneously. “I -”
“You first,” they did it again.
“Ladies first,” he said, meeting her in the middle of the room.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking him in the eye. “All excuses aside, I over reacted.”
“I’m sorry, too,” he replied. “And you were right about the room being filthy. I’m going to try harder to keep it picked up.”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “And even though it probably hasn’t seemed like it, I do love you.”
“I knew and I love you, too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her.
The next evening, Gabriella walked home after work and got the feeling that something was going on when she saw the lights in her and Troy’s apartment were off. Curious, she went inside and froze when she saw the dining room table in the living room with a romantic dinner for two feel to it.
“Troy?” She called.
“Take a seat, I’ll be out in a second,” he called back.
She hung her purse on the coat rack then sat down in one of the chairs.
He came out a few minutes later with two plates of spaghetti, salad and breadsticks.
“Troy, this looks fantastic,” she raved.
“Thanks,” he smiled. “I wanted to do something grander, but with practice I barely had time to stop at the grocery store.”
“You went grocery shopping?” She asked in surprise.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You were right last night; I need to pull more weight around here.”
“Troy, I -”
“Let me finish,” he shushed her. “You’re have my baby, our baby, and it’s time for me to start acting like a man. The basketball season ends in a few weeks and after that I will be looking for a job. I talked to coach and he’s going to put some feelers out there for me, but my plan is to work part-time until the end of the year then work full-time this summer.
“We’ll have to save a lot of the money to help get us through next basketball season, but coach said that NBA recruits have expressed interest in my playing skills. So who knows what the future holds for us, Gabs. Well, except for two things.”
“Two things?” She asked confused.
“The baby and this.” He pulled a small diamond ring out of his pocket and set it on the table. “I want to marry you, Gabriella, I don’t care if it’s tomorrow, the next day or five years from now. All I know is that I want you, me and our baby to be a real family.”
“Yes, Troy, I will marry you,” she cried. They sealed it with a kiss. “I should call my mom.”
“Let’s call them in the morning,” he suggested. “Let’s finish our dinner then celebrate on our own.”
Gabriella nodded and they basked in the silence as they ate their meal.
After dinner, Troy said he’d do the dishes, but Gabriella insisted on helping him. They got them done quickly then headed to their bedroom. They got ready for bed then laid down next to each other.
“I’ll get you a bigger one someday,” he promised when he saw her looking at the ring.
“It’s perfect, Troy, really,” she insisted. “I’m a simple girl, I don’t need anything big.”
“You su-”
She cut him off by placing her lips on his. Their tongues mingled as she climbed on top of him, pressing her body tightly against his, save for the baby bump. She pulled her swollen lips from his when she felt him tickling the inside of her thighs. She let out a staggered breath as his fingers slipped under her plain panties and rubbed her womanhood.
It wasn’t long before her body was on fire and, judging by his hard on, his body was too. Their clothing had long since been removed and there wasn’t anything stopping them from moving on. He helped guide himself into her and held onto her hips as she rocked against his throbbing member. They came together, crying out each others names.
Several minutes later, they laid in each others arms, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped protectively over her growing belly. Even though the pregnancy was unplanned, everything was working out perfectly.
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