"Mama!"
That one little word is music to Sharpay Evans's ears. With a wide smile, she scooped her ten-month-old son Hunter into her arms and kissed his cheek. "I am so proud of you!" she said, excitedly.
Sharpay, at only fifteen years old, has experience more than she'd prefer. She and her best friend, Troy were fooling around with each other one day in her room last year and they ended up sleeping together. In return, they received the news that they—at only fourteen—were expecting their first child together. They both know that they made a mistake, having sex unprotected, or having sex at all, but neither of them could deny the fact that they'd loved being parents since the second Hunter was born. They both had gone through so much in the past year and a half together, what with being pregnant with Hunter, and actually having him.
The way they split up their time with him, was that during one week—just school days—Troy had Hunter at his house, the other week Sharpay had him at her house, and then the weekends were when they both spent time with him at one another's house. Sharpay would seem like the kind of girl to be jealous that she couldn't see him for a full week, but she's not. Sharpay doesn't have to stay away from Hunter when he's with Troy, she just does because when Hunter is with Troy, it's his time to be with his dad, and when he's with her, it's his time to be with his mom.
Sharpay kissed Hunter's cheek again, running her hand over his back. "That is going in your baby book."
"Everything goes in his baby book," Troy said.
"So, I wanna keep memories; sue me."
"No; I love you too much."
"I love you, too."
Sharpay puckered her lips, and Troy chuckled as he kissed her lightly. "Better?" Troy asked.
"No; gimme a real kiss."
Troy pressed his lips to Sharpay's and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. Sharpay opened her mouth a little, and swirled their tongues together for a few seconds before pulling away with a smile. "Thank you," she said.
"Kissing like that is exactly how you got pregnant, Sharpay Marissa," Sharpay's mother Julia said as she walked into the living room.
Sharpay giggled. "I know, I know."
"We're ordering pizza tonight; what do you two want on yours?"
"Cheese, duh."
"Troy?"
"Pepperoni and anchovies," Troy said.
Sharpay looked at Troy. "I'm not kissing you after dinner."
"Skip on the anchovies."
"Got it," Julia said before walking out of the room.
"That's disgusting," Sharpay said.
Troy shrugged. "I like them."
"But… They're poor, defenseless little creatures; how could you just eat them like that?"
"It could be worse. I could be eating Sardines and then kiss you with a mouthful of them."
Sharpay's face turned pale, and she suddenly looked slightly weaker than five seconds ago. Troy noticed this, and his eyes widened. "Shar, I was kidding," he said.
Sharpay nodded, and handed Hunter to Troy before standing up and running out of the room. Troy looked at Hunter. "Did I make Mommy sick?"
Hunter made a noise and Troy smiled a little. "I know, I know; I'm gonna pay."
Hunter laughed, and Troy laughed after him. "Yeah, you're your mommy's boy alright."
Sharpay walked into the living room, and sat on the couch, curling up to Troy. Troy put his arm around her and kissed her head. Sharpay sniffled, because of her slightly runny nose. She'd just gotten finished getting sick a second time and she didn't feel well.
"Are you feeling better, Honey?" Julia asked. "I heard you getting sick earlier."
Sharpay nodded. "I'm fine, Mom; thanks."
"Have you tried Pepto Bismal?"
"No; it just comes back up, remember? We tried it when I was pregnant with Bubba."
"Well, that's because you were pregnant. Why don't you go try it? It's different for upset stomachs."
Sharpay nodded again. "I'll try it if I get sick again. I think I'll be fine for now. Where's the baby?"
"Sleeping," Troy said. "He zonked out thirty minutes after you left the room earlier."
"I'm hungry…"
The doorbell rang and Troy laughed.
"Starve no more, Honey," Julia said. "Pizza's here," she said, getting out of her chair to get the pizza.
"Hey, where's Daddy!" Sharpay said.
"Working!"
"Ryan!"
"He'll be here later," Troy said. "He's helping Taylor with homework."
"Taylor… Gosh, I forgot about her sleepover this Friday. If you don't mind, you'll need to watch Hunter, unless Coach is making you practice again. I'll just take him with me, if that's the case."
"I don't think he is, but I'll ask to make sure."
"Okay… Let's go set the table," Sharpay said, getting up from the couch.
"I hate setting the table…"
"Troy Alexander Bolton, get your butt up and help me."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Troy said as he stood up.
"In the living room?... Gross!" Sharpay said, in a playfully disgusted way.
Troy narrowed his eyes at her, and Sharpay giggled as she ran out of the living room. "That's disgusting," Troy said, following her into the kitchen.
"Hey, you said it; not me."
"You were the one with your head in the gutter," Troy said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He pulled her closer to him until their bodies were pressed against each other and he kissed her neck.
Sharpay closed her eyes, with a small smile and tilted her head to the side, so Troy could have better access. "Mm… That feels good…"
Troy sucked at her neck, making her moan quietly and he ran his hand up her shirt, running over her stomach.
"Sharpay, Troy, this is a kitchen; not a love room," Julia said as she walked into the kitchen with the pizzas.
Sharpay and Troy broke out of their embrace and Sharpay giggled. "Did you pay Daniel yet?" Sharpay asked.
"No."
"I'll do it. Troy set the table."
"Yes, Mom," Troy said.
Sharpay smiled and walked out of the kitchen. She got into her mother's purse by the staircase and took out a twenty dollar bill before making her way to the front door. "Hey, Daniel," she said, handing the money to the pizza boy.
"Hey," Daniel said. "How's it goin'?"
"So far, so good."
"That's good. The baby doin' good?"
"He's actually asleep right now, but he's doing great."
"Good. Tell Ryan I said 'hi'."
"Will do. Later."
Daniel nodded and turned to leave. Sharpay closed the door and made her way back into the kitchen. "Mom, why is Dad working so late?"
"He says he's got extra things to do," Julia said, putting a few slices of pizza on a plate.
"Like Eliza?"
Julia looked at Sharpay. "Marissa, your father is a very loyal man."
"That's what you think."
"That's what I know," Julia said, before walking out of the kitchen.
"Why do you keep bringing that up?" Troy asked, setting a plate on the table in front of Sharpay.
Sharpay shrugged, sitting down. "It just makes sense."
"Evidently, not to Mom."
"Well, Mom doesn't know what's going on behind her back. I can call her a bitch without her knowing it."
"I heard that," Julia called from the foyer.
I'm still going to continue writing "Family" but I wanted to write an actual HSM fanfic, lol. So, tell me what you think.