MUMUS: CCG: Father's Day
Totally slacked off on this story and literally just finished it... but in my defense, it's been a busy few weeks... so oh well. It's done and that's all that matters!!
6th story for the Cattle Creek Gang series: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and Father's Day
I'm only planning on writing one more story for the CCG...but it'll most likely be a Halloween story
Couple: Troy & Taylor
Rating: T
Setting/Event: Taylor has their babies
Random:
- baby shower
- stuffed Giraffe
Author’s note: Again, I’m too lazy to copy and paste the life time friends spiel and attempt to tie it into this one, so I’m not going to. If you haven’t read the five stories in this series that precede this one, you should read those first and learn a little about the Cattle Creek Gang kids.
But here’s a quick refresher from the first five stories:
Chad and Sharpay: got married in October (puts them at about 8 ½ months when this story takes place) and she is 10 to 12 weeks pregnant with their first child
Troy and Taylor: have been married since New Years Eve of their freshman year of college (roughly four years and six months before this story takes place) and they are pregnant with twins
Ryan and Gabriella: got engaged on New Years Eve and married on Valentine’s Day (five months before this story takes place)
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At 32 weeks, Taylor McKessie was very pregnant; so much so, that her friend Sharpay Evans-Danforth had started driving her too and from work because she couldn’t get behind the steering wheel. Taylor was sure she’d be returning the favor in five months when Sharpay was in her position.
“Do you want me to stick around until Troy gets home?” Sharpay asked after Taylor had successfully untangled herself from the car.
“No, he’ll be home in an hour,” Taylor replied. “I’ll be fine.”
“Alright, call me if you need anything,” Sharpay said. She waited until Taylor was in the house before she backed out of the driveway and drove off.
Closing the front door behind her, Taylor hung up her purse and jacket then kicked off her sensible flats. She waddled into the living room and carefully lowered herself onto the couch, exhausted from a day end of the school year meetings.
Taylor had never planned on teaching and she never would have if East High’s beloved teacher of psychology, Mr. Layman, hadn’t had a heart attack. After the school had unsuccessfully tried to get a substitute with knowledge in psychology, Troy’s dad had suggested that maybe Taylor would be interested in student teaching for the rest of the year.
Troy hadn’t been happy with his dad suggesting it to the school before talking to he and Taylor about it, especially since they had decided that she wasn’t going to school spring term. When Taylor had decided that she owed it to Mr. Layman, the man who inspired her to study psychology, to teach his students for the rest of the year, Troy bit his tongue and went along with it.
Teaching 14 to 18 year olds for six weeks had been rough and very tiring. Most of the time she had felt out of her league attempting to teach students that were five to nine years younger than her. If it hadn’t been Chris Danforth, Chad’s younger brother, she probably wouldn’t have made it through her first day. It also didn’t hurt that her father-in-law was Coach Bolton or that her husband was the Troy Bolton.
Now that the school year was over though, Taylor sort of wished that Troy would have stepped in and told her not to take the job, but she knew he would never do something like that. They both knew the term had drained her, but he wouldn’t say “I told you so” or anything along those lines. They were both firm believers in the make-a-choice-and-live-with-it idea.
When Troy got home an hour later, he found Taylor asleep on the couch. Smiling, he tiptoed out of the room and changed into a grungy pair of clothes to finish painting the nursery.
Because they didn’t know the sexes of the babies, and partly because Taylor refused to go with the pink for girls and blue for boys idea, they had chosen a jungle animal inspired nursery design. To match the accent pieces of the bedding, the walls of the nursery were going to be chocolate brown and have large blue, green, orange and red dots in random places.
With the babies due in less than 8 weeks, Troy was starting to feel the pressure of it all. This weekend he and Taylor had a couples baby shower and she had another baby shower as well. Not to mention he still had to figure out how to put the cribs together and any of the other furniture that was due to arrive in the next few days. He had already recruited his dad and Ryan to help him since they too were on summer break now that school was out. He wanted to have the babies’ room completely done before father’s day so all he’d have left to do is dusted the room once a day until the babies came.
Sunday afternoon, Troy and Taylor drove to the park near Cattle Creek Drive where Sharpay and Gabriella were throwing the couples baby shower. They greeted their family and friends who had come to celebrate with them. Then they took turns opening the many gifts that had been given to them. The party ended with cake and ice cream.
The next afternoon, Sharpay came home with Taylor after the party with Chinese food since Chad was helping Troy put together furniture. They ate dinner then Chad and Troy went back to work putting together furniture while Taylor and Sharpay sorted through what they had gotten.
“What do you want to have?” Sharpay asked as she held up two Wildcat basketball jerseys with Bolton on the back.
“One of each,” Taylor smiled. “But I’ll be just as happy with two girls or two boys.”
“I want a boy,” Sharpay stated.
“Really? I thought for sure you’d be pulling for a girl hardcore.”
“Well, a little Chad seems easier to take care of than a little Sharpay,” she said. “A little Sharpay scares me to death.” Taylor laughed. “Besides, Chad was totally adorable when we went shopping for your gifts. We spent three hours in the baby department and he wasn’t saying anything but I could totally see the wheels in his head moving as he planned the perfect sports room for a little boy.”
“I was looking at little girl stuff too,” Chad said, appearing in the doorway. “Taylor, Troy wants to know how you want stuff arranged.”
“I already told him five times, but alright,” Taylor said. Chad helped her up then let her pass him. She walked down the hall not happy that she had to have this discussion with Troy again, but the words died on her lips when she entered the nursery and saw it laid out better than she ever imagined.
“Do you like it?” Troy asked her.
“It’s perfect,” Taylor nodded as she picked up a stuffed giraffe out of one of the cribs. She held it to her chest and as tears started to pool in her eyes, she turned into Troy’s waiting arms.
“It’s not perfect yet,” he said. “But when our little babies get here, it will be.”
Two weeks later, Troy woke Taylor up with breakfast in bed.
“Honey, this is all backwards,” she stated. “It’s Father’s Day, I’m supposed to bring you breakfast.”
“Not this year,” he said as he climbed back into bed. “This year, I pamper you.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me stay in bed all day and not make me go to the brunch?” Taylor asked.
“Why? Are you feeling ok?” Troy asked his face serious.
“Troy, I feel fine,” she replied. “And I was just teasing about staying in bed.”
Troy studied her face then said, “Are you sure you feel fine?”
“Yes, Troy,” she nodded. “I feel as great for a woman who is 34 weeks along with two twins playing soccer in her belly can.” She moved the breakfast tray so she could get out of bed. “If something changes, I will let you know.”
Going into the bathroom, Taylor closed the door and put her hand on her stomach; the babies were very active this morning. Shaking her head, she undressed and climbed into the shower. She was in the middle of washing her hair when she felt a small contraction. She smiled after the mild pain ended then finished her shower. Her doctor told her that minor contractions were really nothing to worry about and as long as she didn’t let Troy know she was having them, they’d be fine.
An hour and a half later, Troy and Taylor headed to Cattle Creek Drive for a Father’s Day brunch at her parents’ house. She went into the kitchen to help their moms and he went to the den to watch the baseball game with their dads.
Troy sat down next to Chad and happily noted that his friend was here and smiling. Since his dad had died, Chad, his brother and his mom had always spent Father’s Day the way his dad liked to spend his time-fishing.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Troy said to Chad.
“I am too,” Chad smiled. “Mom and Chris went fishing, but I know this is where my dad would want me.” He grinned. “Besides, can you picture my wife fishing?”
“Maybe in a kiddy pool with fake fish,” Troy laughed.
“Exactly,” Chad stated. “Besides, if I had gone, I wouldn’t have gotten the extra special Father’s Day gift from my wife.” His grin got bigger. “Now that her morning sickness has passed, mornings are a lot more fun.”
“Believe me, my friend, enjoy it while it lasts,” Troy said. “Because it ends as quickly as it starts.”
“You under estimate Sharpay’s sex drive,” Chad grinned.
Troy shook his head and turned his attention to the TV.
Thirty minutes later, his mom came into the den to tell them brunch was ready. They made their way towards the kitchen and dining room to eat. Troy looked around the kitchen and didn’t see Taylor so he left the room and went upstairs to look for her. He found her standing at the top of the stairs, holding her stomach.
“Taylor, what’s going on?” He asked, running up the stairs. “Are you ok?”
“Troy, I’m fine, I promise,” she said, attempting to sound normal as she rode through another contraction. “The babies are just playing soccer again.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” He asked, searching her eyes.
“I’m not not telling you anything,” Taylor insisted.
“Taylor, I know you’re lying to me,” he said. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m having contractions,” she whispered.
“YOU’RE WHA-” she slapped her hand over his mouth.
“I don’t want anybody to know,” she told him. “Dr. Brown said to expect some sort of minor contractions and that’s what these are.”
“What if you’re wrong and they aren’t minor?” He asked her.
“Then we’ll go to the hospital after brunch,” Taylor told him. “But let’s just keep this quiet until after we eat, ok?”
“Fine, but I don’t like this,” he stated. “I don’t like this at all.”
“Everything ok?” Taylor’s mom asked when the couple came into the kitchen.
“Yup,” Taylor nodded as she grabbed a plate. “This all looks so yummy, mom.”
Troy bit his tongue as he dished himself a plate of food then followed Taylor into the dining room, squeezing into the two empty seats between Chad and Ryan.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor pushed her chair back suddenly and sprang out of her seat, with Troy following. They were barely into the hall when she grabbed the wall and groaned through a contraction.
“I don’t care what excuse you want to use this time, but we’re going to the hospital now,” Troy told her and Taylor just nodded. He turned to go back into the dining room, but stopped when he saw his dad headed his way.
“I’ll drive you guys in your car,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Troy climbed into the backseat and his dad helped Taylor get in, too. Then as his dad drove, Troy called Dr. Brown, who said he’d meet them at the hospital.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Taylor and Troy were whisked into a room and he filled out paperwork as the nurses hooked Taylor up to all sorts of monitoring machines.
Their moms arrived just as Troy finished the paperwork. He held Taylor’s hand as she rode through another contraction.
Dr. Brown came in a few minutes later to talk to them and he informed them of what they already knew: at only 34 weeks there was a risk that the babies would be premature. He assured them that whatever health concerns faced the twins, they’d be in the best hands.
Troy held Taylor’s hand as she went through the waves of contractions. Shortly before 2 in the afternoon, Dr. Brown came in and told Taylor is was time to start pushing and fifteen minutes after that their daughter was born followed by her brother a minute later.
With tears in his eyes, Troy cut the umbilical cords then held Taylor’s hand as the babies were weighed. Tears of joy ran down their faces after Dr. Brown informed them that both babies were nearly five and a half pounds.
Though there were other tests than needed to be run on the twins, the nurses laid them on Taylor’s arms and the new parents got to meet their babies. Since they’d been hoping for one of each, they’d already picked out their favorite names: Rebekah Naomi and Bennett Maddox.
After the babies were taken for tests, Troy left the room to share the news with everyone else. He had barely made it to where his dad and Taylor’s dad were waiting, before his tears started all over again.
“We have a girl and a boy,” he said, sniffing back his tears. “Rebekah Naomi and Bennett Maddox.” Once his dad was hugging him, Troy gave up trying to fight his tears.
That evening, after everyone had left, Troy sat in Taylor’s room, sitting on her bed watching their twins sleep peacefully.
“This was one hella crazy Father’s Day,” he laughed.
“Don’t expect me to try and top it,” Taylor replied with a smile. “In fact, next year, you can bring me breakfast in bed.”
“I love you, Taylor,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she smiled, closing her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her.
Pulling into the driveway of their house a week later, Troy shut the engine off then looked at Taylor. “You ready for this?” He asked her.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Taylor nodded.
They climbed out of the car and Troy got Bennett out of the car while Taylor got Rebekah. With the babies in their arms, Troy led the way into the house and to the nursery. He laid the sleeping Bennett in his crib while Taylor laid Rebekah in hers.
Stepping back, Taylor cuddled into Troy’s side as they watched their babies sleep.
Story Index
6th story for the Cattle Creek Gang series: Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Mother's Day and Father's Day
I'm only planning on writing one more story for the CCG...but it'll most likely be a Halloween story
Couple: Troy & Taylor
Rating: T
Setting/Event: Taylor has their babies
Random:
- baby shower
- stuffed Giraffe
Author’s note: Again, I’m too lazy to copy and paste the life time friends spiel and attempt to tie it into this one, so I’m not going to. If you haven’t read the five stories in this series that precede this one, you should read those first and learn a little about the Cattle Creek Gang kids.
But here’s a quick refresher from the first five stories:
Chad and Sharpay: got married in October (puts them at about 8 ½ months when this story takes place) and she is 10 to 12 weeks pregnant with their first child
Troy and Taylor: have been married since New Years Eve of their freshman year of college (roughly four years and six months before this story takes place) and they are pregnant with twins
Ryan and Gabriella: got engaged on New Years Eve and married on Valentine’s Day (five months before this story takes place)
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At 32 weeks, Taylor McKessie was very pregnant; so much so, that her friend Sharpay Evans-Danforth had started driving her too and from work because she couldn’t get behind the steering wheel. Taylor was sure she’d be returning the favor in five months when Sharpay was in her position.
“Do you want me to stick around until Troy gets home?” Sharpay asked after Taylor had successfully untangled herself from the car.
“No, he’ll be home in an hour,” Taylor replied. “I’ll be fine.”
“Alright, call me if you need anything,” Sharpay said. She waited until Taylor was in the house before she backed out of the driveway and drove off.
Closing the front door behind her, Taylor hung up her purse and jacket then kicked off her sensible flats. She waddled into the living room and carefully lowered herself onto the couch, exhausted from a day end of the school year meetings.
Taylor had never planned on teaching and she never would have if East High’s beloved teacher of psychology, Mr. Layman, hadn’t had a heart attack. After the school had unsuccessfully tried to get a substitute with knowledge in psychology, Troy’s dad had suggested that maybe Taylor would be interested in student teaching for the rest of the year.
Troy hadn’t been happy with his dad suggesting it to the school before talking to he and Taylor about it, especially since they had decided that she wasn’t going to school spring term. When Taylor had decided that she owed it to Mr. Layman, the man who inspired her to study psychology, to teach his students for the rest of the year, Troy bit his tongue and went along with it.
Teaching 14 to 18 year olds for six weeks had been rough and very tiring. Most of the time she had felt out of her league attempting to teach students that were five to nine years younger than her. If it hadn’t been Chris Danforth, Chad’s younger brother, she probably wouldn’t have made it through her first day. It also didn’t hurt that her father-in-law was Coach Bolton or that her husband was the Troy Bolton.
Now that the school year was over though, Taylor sort of wished that Troy would have stepped in and told her not to take the job, but she knew he would never do something like that. They both knew the term had drained her, but he wouldn’t say “I told you so” or anything along those lines. They were both firm believers in the make-a-choice-and-live-with-it idea.
When Troy got home an hour later, he found Taylor asleep on the couch. Smiling, he tiptoed out of the room and changed into a grungy pair of clothes to finish painting the nursery.
Because they didn’t know the sexes of the babies, and partly because Taylor refused to go with the pink for girls and blue for boys idea, they had chosen a jungle animal inspired nursery design. To match the accent pieces of the bedding, the walls of the nursery were going to be chocolate brown and have large blue, green, orange and red dots in random places.
With the babies due in less than 8 weeks, Troy was starting to feel the pressure of it all. This weekend he and Taylor had a couples baby shower and she had another baby shower as well. Not to mention he still had to figure out how to put the cribs together and any of the other furniture that was due to arrive in the next few days. He had already recruited his dad and Ryan to help him since they too were on summer break now that school was out. He wanted to have the babies’ room completely done before father’s day so all he’d have left to do is dusted the room once a day until the babies came.
Sunday afternoon, Troy and Taylor drove to the park near Cattle Creek Drive where Sharpay and Gabriella were throwing the couples baby shower. They greeted their family and friends who had come to celebrate with them. Then they took turns opening the many gifts that had been given to them. The party ended with cake and ice cream.
The next afternoon, Sharpay came home with Taylor after the party with Chinese food since Chad was helping Troy put together furniture. They ate dinner then Chad and Troy went back to work putting together furniture while Taylor and Sharpay sorted through what they had gotten.
“What do you want to have?” Sharpay asked as she held up two Wildcat basketball jerseys with Bolton on the back.
“One of each,” Taylor smiled. “But I’ll be just as happy with two girls or two boys.”
“I want a boy,” Sharpay stated.
“Really? I thought for sure you’d be pulling for a girl hardcore.”
“Well, a little Chad seems easier to take care of than a little Sharpay,” she said. “A little Sharpay scares me to death.” Taylor laughed. “Besides, Chad was totally adorable when we went shopping for your gifts. We spent three hours in the baby department and he wasn’t saying anything but I could totally see the wheels in his head moving as he planned the perfect sports room for a little boy.”
“I was looking at little girl stuff too,” Chad said, appearing in the doorway. “Taylor, Troy wants to know how you want stuff arranged.”
“I already told him five times, but alright,” Taylor said. Chad helped her up then let her pass him. She walked down the hall not happy that she had to have this discussion with Troy again, but the words died on her lips when she entered the nursery and saw it laid out better than she ever imagined.
“Do you like it?” Troy asked her.
“It’s perfect,” Taylor nodded as she picked up a stuffed giraffe out of one of the cribs. She held it to her chest and as tears started to pool in her eyes, she turned into Troy’s waiting arms.
“It’s not perfect yet,” he said. “But when our little babies get here, it will be.”
Two weeks later, Troy woke Taylor up with breakfast in bed.
“Honey, this is all backwards,” she stated. “It’s Father’s Day, I’m supposed to bring you breakfast.”
“Not this year,” he said as he climbed back into bed. “This year, I pamper you.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me stay in bed all day and not make me go to the brunch?” Taylor asked.
“Why? Are you feeling ok?” Troy asked his face serious.
“Troy, I feel fine,” she replied. “And I was just teasing about staying in bed.”
Troy studied her face then said, “Are you sure you feel fine?”
“Yes, Troy,” she nodded. “I feel as great for a woman who is 34 weeks along with two twins playing soccer in her belly can.” She moved the breakfast tray so she could get out of bed. “If something changes, I will let you know.”
Going into the bathroom, Taylor closed the door and put her hand on her stomach; the babies were very active this morning. Shaking her head, she undressed and climbed into the shower. She was in the middle of washing her hair when she felt a small contraction. She smiled after the mild pain ended then finished her shower. Her doctor told her that minor contractions were really nothing to worry about and as long as she didn’t let Troy know she was having them, they’d be fine.
An hour and a half later, Troy and Taylor headed to Cattle Creek Drive for a Father’s Day brunch at her parents’ house. She went into the kitchen to help their moms and he went to the den to watch the baseball game with their dads.
Troy sat down next to Chad and happily noted that his friend was here and smiling. Since his dad had died, Chad, his brother and his mom had always spent Father’s Day the way his dad liked to spend his time-fishing.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Troy said to Chad.
“I am too,” Chad smiled. “Mom and Chris went fishing, but I know this is where my dad would want me.” He grinned. “Besides, can you picture my wife fishing?”
“Maybe in a kiddy pool with fake fish,” Troy laughed.
“Exactly,” Chad stated. “Besides, if I had gone, I wouldn’t have gotten the extra special Father’s Day gift from my wife.” His grin got bigger. “Now that her morning sickness has passed, mornings are a lot more fun.”
“Believe me, my friend, enjoy it while it lasts,” Troy said. “Because it ends as quickly as it starts.”
“You under estimate Sharpay’s sex drive,” Chad grinned.
Troy shook his head and turned his attention to the TV.
Thirty minutes later, his mom came into the den to tell them brunch was ready. They made their way towards the kitchen and dining room to eat. Troy looked around the kitchen and didn’t see Taylor so he left the room and went upstairs to look for her. He found her standing at the top of the stairs, holding her stomach.
“Taylor, what’s going on?” He asked, running up the stairs. “Are you ok?”
“Troy, I’m fine, I promise,” she said, attempting to sound normal as she rode through another contraction. “The babies are just playing soccer again.”
“What aren’t you telling me?” He asked, searching her eyes.
“I’m not not telling you anything,” Taylor insisted.
“Taylor, I know you’re lying to me,” he said. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m having contractions,” she whispered.
“YOU’RE WHA-” she slapped her hand over his mouth.
“I don’t want anybody to know,” she told him. “Dr. Brown said to expect some sort of minor contractions and that’s what these are.”
“What if you’re wrong and they aren’t minor?” He asked her.
“Then we’ll go to the hospital after brunch,” Taylor told him. “But let’s just keep this quiet until after we eat, ok?”
“Fine, but I don’t like this,” he stated. “I don’t like this at all.”
“Everything ok?” Taylor’s mom asked when the couple came into the kitchen.
“Yup,” Taylor nodded as she grabbed a plate. “This all looks so yummy, mom.”
Troy bit his tongue as he dished himself a plate of food then followed Taylor into the dining room, squeezing into the two empty seats between Chad and Ryan.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor pushed her chair back suddenly and sprang out of her seat, with Troy following. They were barely into the hall when she grabbed the wall and groaned through a contraction.
“I don’t care what excuse you want to use this time, but we’re going to the hospital now,” Troy told her and Taylor just nodded. He turned to go back into the dining room, but stopped when he saw his dad headed his way.
“I’ll drive you guys in your car,” he said. “Let’s go.”
Troy climbed into the backseat and his dad helped Taylor get in, too. Then as his dad drove, Troy called Dr. Brown, who said he’d meet them at the hospital.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Taylor and Troy were whisked into a room and he filled out paperwork as the nurses hooked Taylor up to all sorts of monitoring machines.
Their moms arrived just as Troy finished the paperwork. He held Taylor’s hand as she rode through another contraction.
Dr. Brown came in a few minutes later to talk to them and he informed them of what they already knew: at only 34 weeks there was a risk that the babies would be premature. He assured them that whatever health concerns faced the twins, they’d be in the best hands.
Troy held Taylor’s hand as she went through the waves of contractions. Shortly before 2 in the afternoon, Dr. Brown came in and told Taylor is was time to start pushing and fifteen minutes after that their daughter was born followed by her brother a minute later.
With tears in his eyes, Troy cut the umbilical cords then held Taylor’s hand as the babies were weighed. Tears of joy ran down their faces after Dr. Brown informed them that both babies were nearly five and a half pounds.
Though there were other tests than needed to be run on the twins, the nurses laid them on Taylor’s arms and the new parents got to meet their babies. Since they’d been hoping for one of each, they’d already picked out their favorite names: Rebekah Naomi and Bennett Maddox.
After the babies were taken for tests, Troy left the room to share the news with everyone else. He had barely made it to where his dad and Taylor’s dad were waiting, before his tears started all over again.
“We have a girl and a boy,” he said, sniffing back his tears. “Rebekah Naomi and Bennett Maddox.” Once his dad was hugging him, Troy gave up trying to fight his tears.
That evening, after everyone had left, Troy sat in Taylor’s room, sitting on her bed watching their twins sleep peacefully.
“This was one hella crazy Father’s Day,” he laughed.
“Don’t expect me to try and top it,” Taylor replied with a smile. “In fact, next year, you can bring me breakfast in bed.”
“I love you, Taylor,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she smiled, closing her eyes as he leaned in to kiss her.
Pulling into the driveway of their house a week later, Troy shut the engine off then looked at Taylor. “You ready for this?” He asked her.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Taylor nodded.
They climbed out of the car and Troy got Bennett out of the car while Taylor got Rebekah. With the babies in their arms, Troy led the way into the house and to the nursery. He laid the sleeping Bennett in his crib while Taylor laid Rebekah in hers.
Stepping back, Taylor cuddled into Troy’s side as they watched their babies sleep.
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