Title: Oh, Baby.
Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery
Author's Email: K
Status: WIP
Part: 4/?
Pairings: Tryan , Shariella
Warnings: Slash, Future fic, Pregnancy, untraditional family?
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Shariella, Tryan want to have families even though they're in a homosexual relationship. A Troy/Sharpay baby, a Troy/Gabby and a Ryan/Gabby baby, and a Troy/Gabby/Sharpay baby.
Beta: None , way too impatient.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Disney. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: I think I have a plan for this fic, but it's sort of fresh so we'll see.
A small hand picked up the powder puff turning it over he gave the object a critical look. He knew his moms liked to put this stuff all over their faces but his Dads did not do that. But he always wondered what it would feel like to have the powder all over him. Sometimes his Dad would put shaving foam all over his face. He would always hold really still when his Dad shaved his face.
That was okay though because that was a boy thing to do, but only girls put powder on their face. He looked over his shoulder at his mommy. She was sitting at a vanity, with lots of lights. She was putting mascara on her eyes. She always had to put lots of make-up on before she went on set. She said it was to make her look better in front of the cameras, but he thought she looked better when she looked like his mommy.
He knew she would be busy for a while longer so he turned the powder puff to his face and patted in on to his nose and cheeks like he had seen his moms do. He had a little mirror to look at and when he saw himself he thought he did a pretty good job. The powder was on his face at least. It was shaped just like the puff that he applied the powder on with, but he did not noticed.
"Sharpay," the director called opening up the door. Aidan dropped his mother's powder-puff and took a few steps away from it. He brushed his hands off on his jeans hoping that he would not get in trouble for getting into something he was not supposed to. "We're going to be on soon."
"I am almost ready," Sharpay said without turning around. She smiled at the director through the mirror.
"Who's this guy," the director nodded in Aidan's direction. He gave the young boy a funny look that caught Sharpay's attention.
"This is my son, Aidan," she turned around to look at Aidan. She smiled at what he had done but said nothing scolding. She remembered being little and getting into her mother's make-up consistently. "It's bring-your-son, or-daughter, to work day. I have Aidan, and Troy has Julius and Halley's with Ryan."
"Oh that sounds like fun. Hey Aidan, do you want to sit in the director's chair?" The director suggested. He usually paced around the studio instead of actually sitting in it.
"Can I Mommy?" Aidan looked at his mom hopefully.
"Come here," She beckoned him over. He moved closer to her and she smeared the powder around his face so it was not so blotchy. Then she kissed his cheek. "Alright, but be nice to Mr. Howard."
The director held up five fingers before leading Aidan to the set. He helped the little boy into his seat and showed him how to use the blow horn. The director like most of the crew knew about Sharpay's different family, although not everyone agreed with it, the directors and producers did not mind.
Aidan watched as the scenes unfolded in front of him. It was much different then watching his mom on television. He did not often watch her soap because it was just boring to him, but being here in the studio was much more exciting. He did not understand most of the plot but he liked watching how the crew moved around to film everything.
"You slept with him didn't you," An older man looked angrily at Sharpay. He was good at his role and really attractive to the middle aged audience.
"I had to. I wasn't getting any love from you. I love him," Sharpay hissed drawing her revenge from her 'husband'. "But what are you going to do about it. If you file for divorce I'll get half of what you're worth."
Crack!
Sharpay fell to the ground she looked really scared and frightened.
"No stop! Don't hurt my Mom!" Aidan ran onto the set and put his hands up. He did not want the man to hurt his mother anymore. He did not like that the man yelled at him, but he especially did not like seeing the man hit his mom. "She's pregnant."
"Cut!" The director called running on to the set as soon as the film stopped rolling. He could not be mad at Aidan for what he did, it was adorable to see him stand up for his Mom, but he did not want it to happen again.
Sharpay reached her son first. She was still on the floor when she wrapped her arms around him and settled him into her lap. She could not help but think that if all men were like little boys there would be a lot more straight girls out there. "It's okay Aidan. He didn't hurt me."
"I saw him hit you!" Aidan pointed to his Mommy's face where the man had hit her. "I saw you fall. It did hurt."
"It would have hurt me if he had really hit me. He didn't really hit me. It was pretend." Sharpay hugged Aidan really tight. "It's just for the show, in real life, we are friends."
Jordan, Sharpay's coworker knelt down next to the pair. "I really wouldn't hurt your mom. Please don't be mad at me."
Aidan sighed nodded a little bit. He knew that he just had to trust that his mommy knew what she was talking about. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make a mess."
"It's alright," Mr. Howard said with a grin. "We could use it in the bloopers."
"Unless Sharpay doesn't want people to know that she's pregnant." Jordan pointed out. He helped Sharpay to her feet, which was difficult because she was still holding her son.
"Oh, I don't mind about that. It was bound to happen sooner or later," Sharpay shrugged a little then she blushed. She had not told her coworkers or her bosses that she was pregnant yet. "Surprise!"
"I knew I saw a bump. This is just great. We can write your pregnancy into the script." Mr. Howard smiled brightly. He did know that Sharpay was trying to get pregnant so it was not that big of a surprise to him or the rest of the cast and crew.
"So what do you say stud do you think we can continue shooting?" Mr. Howard asked Aidan.
"Okay," Aidan was put back in the director's chair and the scene continued. Everything was going great, Aidan liked the scene now that he knew it was a fake one, and he was able to enjoy the rest of the episode. That was until Sharpay was kissed by another guy. It was the guy Jordan was talking about in the first scene but Aidan did not know that.
He did not like his Mom kissing someone that was not his Mommy. He knew that his Mom kissed many other people then just his Mommy, but this was different. They used lots of tongues, and they moved their hands all over the place, and Aidan heard lots of moans coming from them.
He did not jump up this time like he did last time. He did not know how to jump in between too people kissing, or what he could say. Instead being so confused and so upset about the situation he started to cry. He cried quietly but hard. He did not want his Moms to stop being together or be there for him. He did not want them to stop loving each other.
He did not notice the commotion around him as the set wrapped up for the day. He cried so hard that the tears blurred his sight until he recognized nothing.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Sharpay asked. He felt his Mom's arms around him but he could not stop crying to answer her.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Howard asked.
"I'm not sure. He had a long day," Sharpay insisted. She lifted him up and took him into her room to change. She set him on the couch and was quick to change clothes and her make-up.
He slowly began to calm down and started to watch his mother. It slowly hit him as he watched her put her normal face on that he was wrong to cry or to worry. This was his mom, not that other lady with all the make-up, not the women who kissed other people. That was just for television this was his mom. She was so beautiful.
When she was finally done she sat beside him and stroked his chest. "What happened?"
"That kissing it was pretend too, right? My Mom didn't kiss that guy?" Aidan hopefully asked.
Sharpay smiled softly. "That's right. You don't have to worry. I would never kiss anyone."
"Except Mommy, that's okay, I like that." Aidan grinned slyly at the look he received.
"Okay and except your Mommy." Sharpay smiled. She sat up straightening out her pants. "Let's get something to eat?"
Aidan nodded. He gave a soft smile as he watched her. "Mommy, you're so beautiful."
Sharpay startled looking over to her son in confusion. She was worried about how to respond, but then she recalled how obsessed Ryan had been with their Mom at that age. He even asked her to marry him. It was just normal.
She would think it was normal if Halley had said it. So she responded the same way to her son, "You're beautiful too." She kissed his cheek smearing lipstick on it. She licked her thumb and rubbed it off.
"Mom stop." Aidan pulled away when she was done. "Can we get hot dogs?"
"Hot dogs?"
"Dad likes them," Aidan grinned.
"Troy," She rolled her eyes, but relented. Hot dogs sounded good.
--
Troy ran up the court during a common drill exercises. The team was working extra hard because somehow they had just managed to get in the play-offs. It may not last long but they were determined to be the fighting underdogs.
"Get your head in the game, Dad!" called out the small young voice of Julius. Troy almost stopped in his tracks to turn around and make sure that his father was not whispering things to his son. But, Julius was not the only kid at practice that day, and Troy's lack of focus would be made fun of. So he kept up with his drills until their coach whistled for a short water break.
Julius along with several other kids ran out onto the court carrying bottles of water for their dads. The one or two guys without kids looked on with envy. "Dad you're so cool!"
"Thanks Jules," Troy squirted water into his mouth and handed Julius his ball. Last year his son Aidan had come to practice. He had hung around the sidelines most of the time toeing the ground. Then when practice was over he asked Troy a million questions about the game, the players, and the drill, but he refused to speak when anyone else was around to hear.
Julius was much more hands on. He saw nothing wrong with being the center of attention especially with all the other kids doing the same. He bounced the ball off the floor a few times, not quite old enough to know how to dribble.
Troy wiped the water off his chin and set his bottle down. He picked Julius up and put him on his shoulders. "I want to see you make a basket."
Julius kicked his legs in excitement and looked up to the basket it. It was still a few feet over his head, but he knew his dad could make baskets and now he could too. He shoved the ball into the air and it flew to the basket, but only got some net.
"It's okay. Try again." Troy leaned down to pick up the ball earning giggles of joy from his son when he was taken for the makeshift ride. It took several more tries but Julius eventually made a basket.
"Yeah!" Julius cheered. He looked around to see if the rest of the team had noticed but most of them were busy with their own kids. "Dad," Julius leaned down putting his chest on his Dad's head. "Did you see me? Are you proud of me?"
"Of course I saw you," Troy cheered. "You did great. Are you going to be a Nicks just like your old man?"
"No, I want to be a Spur." Julius answered. Troy pulled Julius from his shoulders and covered his mouth. He looked around to see if anyone had heard. Julius giggled against his Dad's hand.
"You can't say things like that. It will give us bad luck," Troy tickled him as punishment.
"Okay, ok, I wouldn't," Julius promised trying to wiggle away from his Dad. Once he was free he ran over to the other side of the court. He weaved around some other kids and tried to blend in with them.
Troy rolled his eyes but followed after him. Despite the fact that the Center slept around during every away game he had several sons and daughters, and they had all come to see their practice, because it was much more fun then their Mom's job at the nail salon. Troy had to go around all of them to get to his son. So instead he stopped near the center's older daughter and son and began talking to them about school and if they liked sports. He hoped that by pretending to not pay attention to Julius that it would make his son come back to him.
The plan worked. Julius looked over to his Dad talking to other kids and felt both excited and a little jealous. Those kids were talking to his Dad because he was so cool, that made him feel cool. But he was also a little sad that his Dad was not talking to him.
"Hey, is that your Dad?" A little boy that was probably Halley's age asked him. Julius nodded smiling brightly. "Don't you have two dads?"
"One Dad and one Daddy," Julius explained just like he was taught.
"How did your dad have you anyway? He's a boy." The little boy asked giving Julius a critical look. "Mom says it's because your Dad's a disgusting sinner."
Julius had no idea what a disgusting sinner was, but he was sure it was nothing good. It was nothing that he wanted his Dad to be. Julius did not know what to say the little boy was still bigger than he was and that usually meant that he was right. Instead of saying anything, he threw his head back and started crying loudly. He wanted to make sure that everyone heard him.
The little boy blinked and looked around. "Stop crying. Stop it," He ordered shoving Julius away from him. He did not want to get in trouble for making a little kid cry.
"Jules, what's wrong?" Troy asked picking his son up without even a glance at the other boy.
Just like that the tears disappeared and Julius rubbed his hand against his nose like the whole thing was just an act. He shrugged a little and smiled big. He had his Dad and that's made him feel entirely better.
Troy gave him a strange look and then he looked down at the boy his son was talking to. The young boy shrugged his shoulders as well. "We were just talking and he started crying."
Troy shook his head lightly and led his son over to the stands. His coach was back and that meant practice would be staring up again. He decided his son was just tired because usually he had a nap at this time.
"We're just going to practice a little bit longer and then we'll go home okay." Troy asked his baby.
"Okay Dad," Julius ran over to stand by the coach. He hoped that he was allowed to yell more things at his Dad while he was practiced.
--
"Do you remember Kelsi?" Ryan asked his daughter, as a way of introducing her to the playwright. Halley still held onto his hand. She shook her head nervously. It was so embarrassing to meet someone that she supposedly knew. It was even worse that the lady happened to be one of her parents mutual friends.
"Don't worry. I am not going to pinch your cheeks," Kelsi said with a smile. Then she turned to Ryan. "Aidan was a baby when I saw her last. You can't expect her to remember me."
"Sorry," Ryan apologized with a frown. In cooled he and the others had made it a point to get together often, but as an adult he realized that they had lost touch.
"It's bring-your-daughter-to-work day. We already went into the studio, but I wanted to show Halley what I do off camera," he explained to Kelsi.
Kelsi nodded understanding. "Let me tell you Halley, your Dad is a live saver. He saved my musical."
"You wrote a musical?" Halley asked curiously. "Cats?"
"No," Kelsi laughed lightly, "Don't I wish it."
"Oh. Well, what did my Daddy do to help you?" Halley sweetly encouraged Kelsi to say more.
"Daddy? Is that what you call him?" Kelsi grinned.
"Do you think Troy looks more like a Daddy?" Ryan countered with a wide grin of his own. He turned to Halley answering her question, "I helped Kelsi by choreographing her musical."
"Like in dance?" Halley asked. She has only heard the term in dance class.
"Sort of, but he also has to decide where people stand when they're not dancing. I don't have the ability to accept my own choreography and Ryan's always helped me in the past," Kelsi explained.
"Can I help? I was in the pageant at school," Halley eagerly asked. She liked it when she was allowed to help her parents when they worked. It was always more fun.
"Well today we're having auditions; Ryan, my producer and I are going to look at some people to stay in the musical," Kelsi explained. "Do you want to watch and tell us what you think?"
"Sure!" Halley exclaimed. "Can Daddy audition first?"
"I wish, but he didn't want to star in the show this time," Kelsi said with a sigh of disappointment. Ryan frowned. Starring in a Broadway Production was at least a three year commitment. He could not promise three years.
A voice cleared behind the group the three turned about. "I here on behave of Disney Studios. I helped produce Broadway productions such as, The Lion King, and Grease. My name is Matt Parker. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Mrs…"
"Its Ms. but please just call me Kelsi. This is Ryan Evans. He choreographed my musical. This is Halley his daughter."
"You're an actor right? I've seen you in that sitcom on Wednesday nights." Matt shook hands with Kelsi and then Ryan.
"Yes that's me," Ryan answered.
"You've done some Broadway stuff too right? You're really underrated talent. I'll keep my eye out for open casting calls for you if you'd like," Matt offered.
Ryan thanked him. He knew that was how fast things happened in Hollywood, and it was obvious to him that Matt was a Hollywood native. Ryan would be happy for an inside contact. He would love to move up on the celebrity list. It had been his and Sharpay's dream to become A-list stars, but so far Troy was closer then both of them.
"Daddy, get on Shilo's show please," Halley begged tugging on his pants to get his attention.
Ryan rolled his eyes dramatically. "I don't get a choice Princess. But if I do, I promise to introduce you to her.
"My kid is a fan too," Matt reassured. He led the way to the stage where the tryouts would take place. It was weird for Ryan to be on this side of the production but it was not bad.
At first Halley was very eager to watch all the auditions, but as the day rolled on it was less and less exciting. After the first two drag queens, a recent graduate from Julliard, and many other good and not so good actors, Halley felt like she had seen them all.
"Well that's it for today." Kelsi frowned. There was some good talent among some of the auditions, but nothing like she had hoped for. Still there was a weeks more worth of auditions so hopefully there would be enough talent for a great show.
"Don't worry so much Kelsi. You can't expect the cast from Phantom to show up. You're a new name, so you're going to get some new talent, but that doesn't mean we don't have a hit," Matt assured the playwright. "The studio is going to be sending over a group of their own for auditions as well. We will find someone."
"Yeah, plus number 212 was pretty good," Ryan pointed out.
"You don't mean pretty hot do you?" Kelsi scolded. She in a little bit of a sour mood, but she knew that Matt and Ryan were both right.
Ryan glared at Kelsi and stood up. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said shortly. He grabbed his daughter's hand and headed out of the theater. He could take some of Kelsi's teasing usually, but when it was in front of his children, and when it came to question in interest in Troy he drew the line.
--
"Dr. Montez, where are those cute kids of yours?" Mary, Gabriella's nurse asked. She was used to seeing them around this time of year. It was take your child to work day, and so far Gabriella had brought all three of her children in.
"Three kids, four parents, it just wasn't my year." Gabriella smiled fondly. "It's alright though; we're unusually busy for this time of year."
"The flu season started late," Mary replied.
"Did you reach Mr. Littlewood and his son?" Gabriella asked changing the subject. Mr. Littlewood's son used to be a patient of Gabriella's until he was diagnosed with cancer.
"I did. He is thinking about moving to California, because there is a treatment center there that specializes in his case," Mary explained. She had a bittersweet expression on her face. Gabriella knew that she was thinking the same thing; Mr. Littlewood was sacrificing so much in order to give his son the care and attention he deserved. Both hoped that the boy made a full recovery.
"Any more appointments on the calendar for today?" Gabriella asked taking a look at her watch. It was a little after four. She had asked the receptionist to avoid making any appointments after four, but sometimes she could not manage to get everything in.
"Not today. Thinking of going home early?" Mary asked.
"I was thinking about it." Gabriella glanced at the work she was doing, just a few charts, nothing major.
"I can take care of that." Mary dismissed her employer.
Gabriella blushed, but she did not turn down the opportunity. She really missed having one of her children in for work that day and she was hoping to make it up with some extra time with them this evening. It was their evening with the children.
What she did not expect to find was a son that had just learned that not everything his mother did was truthful. Another son that was upset because he had been picked on, her lover was scolding Troy for feeding their kids hot dogs and other processed foods. Her brother-in-law was pouting on the couch, and he seemed to have no idea that Troy or Sharpay were arguing. Her daughter was playing with her Barbie dolls; at least she was acting normal.
Gabriella toed off her shoes and put them in the hall closet. She took off her jacket and went into her room to change out of her work clothes. As soon as she was done, she ventured back into the living room to try to be some help.
"How was everyone's day?" She started.
"Troy feeds our kids junk!" Sharpay pointed an accusing finger at her brother-in-law.
"It's not junk. It's one hundred percent beef. What's wrong with it anyway, that's what my parents feed me," Troy argued.
"Figures," Sharpay snapped.
"Okay," Gabriella raised a hand up. She turned to Aidan and asked him how his day was.
"Mom, got hit and kissed but its okay cause it's only acting," Aidan explained. His smile was bright and ran from ear to ear.
Gabriella made a face she turned to look at Sharpay. "You're mad at Troy because he feeds the kids hot dogs, but you're not upset that Aidan saw you get hit and get kissed."
"It's only acting," Sharpay rolled her eyes.
"That's true, but I thought we agreed no violent or graphic movies or television shows." Gabriella pointed out.
"He went to work with me. Halley came last year, she didn't start crying." Sharpay had a guilty look on her face but she still did not want to admit that Gabriella was right.
"Halley went with you to Good Morning, America," Gabriella pointed out. Sharpay blushed and looked away. She still was not going to admit fault, but she obviously felt ashamed.
"I didn't cry," Aidan whispered softly. "I didn't cry Dad."
"It's okay, son. You're allowed to cry," Troy promised.
"Yeah, I did," Julius said brightly. He smiled proud of himself for crying.
"Why did you cry?" Gabriella asked. She still wanted to get to the bottom of her upset family.
"One of the other boys said that Dad was a disgusting sinner." Julius was still smiling happily. He still did not know what a disgusting sinner was, so it did not upset him like it had before.
"What?!" Sharpay looked livid. She pointed an accusing finger at Troy again. "See you blame me for exposing them to acting, but you expose them to the real thing."
"I didn't expose him on purpose!" Troy held his hands up palm first, hoping to look unthreatening.
"Guys that's not the point," Gabriella said. She glanced over at Ryan who looked surprised and shocked, but was still pouting too much to do or say anything. He was generally the best person to break Sharpay and Troy apart.
"Was it Rick?" Halley asked. She was still holding on to one of her dolls, but she had moved over to stand next to her brother. Aidan was also standing by his little brother.
"I don't know. He was a bigger kid like you," Julius said.
"It was him," Aidan confirmed.
"Wait a minute, is that why you two never want to go to the team practices or outings?" Troy asked. He was feeling guilty now too.
Halley nodded softly. "All of the other kids are nice. But Rick is so mean; he always teases you and Daddy."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Gabriella asked. She did not like that her kids were keeping secrets from them.
"We don't want Dad to get in trouble with the Nicks. Besides, its only one little boy," Halley answered for her brothers.
"I wouldn't get in trouble all the players on my team respect and understand that Ryan and I are together. I'm sure anyone of them would want to know if one of their kids were teasing me." Troy explained.
"He's not a player's kid. He's the owners," Halley said with a roll of her eyes, as though, Rick had made sure to emphasis who he was, on several occasions.
"I can still talk to him," Troy reassured. If one of the owners had a problem with Troy's home life, they could try to fire him, but they would be getting a call from his attorney.
Gabriella glanced at Sharpay she seemed to have fizzled out on her own. That left only one more person to deal with. "And what are you mad about Ryan?"
Ryan blushed a little bit. He did not want to explain to the girls or his kids what he was upset about. It was mostly silly, Kelsi was only making a joke, but he just did not like it being in front of his children. "Kelsi just said something that I don't think needs to be repeated."
"Did she hurt your feelings?" Sharpay teased. "Little Kelsi?"
The blond man glared at his twin. He folded his arms over his chest and habitually began holding his breath. He had used the trick so many times as a child, that it was hard for him not to do so again, when Sharpay was involved.
Troy grimaced a bit, "I'll take care of him." He gently pulled Ryan up from that couch by his elbow.
Gabriella nodded; she gave Sharpay a hard look. "We'll see you later. And don't worry about feeding the kids hot dogs, I think we all do."
Troy smiled. He knelt down on the floor. "Alright guys it's time for me to go."
"Bye Dad!" Julius and Aidan hugged Troy at the same time. He gave them both a kiss, and then turned to give his daughter a kiss, as the boys went to say goodbye to their Daddy.
"Don't give your moms a hard time, they are pregnant," Troy wandered before leading Ryan out of the house.
Gabriella smiled at Sharpay. "Why don't you play with the kids? I'll start dinner, and then we can do a family bath, and get everyone into bed."
"Okay," Sharpay sat down on the floor, her back was against the couch. Aidan ran into his room to get shoots and ladders, it was his and Julius's favorite game.
Gabriella decided to keep it simple with spaghetti and meat sauce, with a small salad, and bread. It was all very easy to make, and it was always a family favorite, even Sharpay seemed to enjoy it.
"Mommy?" Halley came into the kitchen. She crawled up on to a bar chair, that was across from the stove.
"Do you want to help?" Gabriella handed Halley the bread, and garlic butter to spread on top of it.
Halley began to butter the bread without any compliant. "Is it okay if I don't want to be in a musical?"
"Of course it's okay. You can be a doctor like me." Gabriella joked gently. "You didn't like going to work with Daddy?"
"I liked going to work with him. I just don't know if I should like singing or musicals." Halley softly said. She would always like spending time with her Daddy, even if it was doing something she did not like. "Would Daddy be mad? Would he leave to California?"
Gabriella laughed lightly. "Honey, if your Daddy ever moves to California, then the rest of the family would be going with him. Even though your mom and I don't live with your dads, we are still a family. We're not going to live that far apart."
"So he wouldn't be mad?" Halley asked.
"You could collect garbage if you wanted to and your Daddy would not be mad. None of us would, as long as you're still our daughter we will never be mad at you." Gabriella explained.
"Why wouldn't I be your daughter?" Halley asked.
"Halley you will always be our daughter. Nothing will ever change that," Gabriella explained.
Halley grew silent until she finished with the bread. She jumped off the stool. "I'm going to do my homework now."
Gabriella watched her run out of the room. She wondered why Halley had asked all those questions. Could it have to do with Ryan's movie? That had been over with for months. Was it something to do with Rick, or another kid that was making fun of her? Or were they just normal questions for a kid her age. Gabriella would have to talk to Sharpay about it later.