A/N Firstly, I'm really sorry about the late updates. Loads happened, and I just didn't feel like updating. I know. I'm an ass. But, I hope you all will forgive me after this=)
A month later, Troy and Gabriella had settled into their new house. Troy was better and Gabriella was now six months along. Gabriella did not go out much except when she went to Albuquerque's elementary school where she was working as a teacher. The paparazzi were constantly around her and Troy whenever they went out. Troy and Gabriella had heard rumours that people were ready to pay more than a thousand dollars for one picture of their baby at the time of birth.
"I'm home," Troy called walking into the house. "Ella, where are you?"
"Here," Gabriella called from the couch.
Troy walked to the couch and saw Gabriella lying on the couch, reading a book. She did not look comfortable.
"Come on," he said holding out his hand. "There's someone here to see you."
Gabriella took Troy's hand and he helped her up.
"Ella, meet Peter Johnson," Troy said as the man who stood by the door walked over to them. "He's my father's lawyer and he would like to talk to you. Peter, meet Gabriella Montez."
"Hi," Gabriella smiled.
"Hello," Peter smiled warmly.
"Sit down," Troy told him. "Can I get you something?"
"No, thank you," Peter said as he sat down on the armchair.
Gabriella and Troy sat down on the couch.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Gabriella asked.
"Your father was Greg Montez, right?" Peter said.
"Yes," Gabriella said, slowly.
"Is this him?" Peter asked showing Gabriella a picture of a man and she nodded. "He had a daughter."
"Well, that's a bit obvious," Troy said. "She's sitting right here."
"I meant, he had a daughter before Gabriella was born," Peter explained. "About a year before Greg Montez married your mother, he had an affair with another woman. She got pregnant and they decided to keep the baby. Her name was Angela Montez. Here's a picture."
"Wait, I have a sister?" Gabriella asked, taking the photograph from Peter.
"She looks exactly like you," Troy said looking at the picture.
"Gabriella, you had a sister," Peter said.
"What do you mean?" Gabriella asked.
"Your sister and her mother got into a car accident three days ago," Peter explained. "They didn't make it."
"Okay," Gabriella said, slowly as Troy took her hand.
"So, exactly, how does Gabriella fit in into all of this?" Troy asked.
"Angela has a two-year-old daughter, Isabella Montez," Peter said. "Her father died not long after she was born. Isabella has no other family other than you, Gabriella. So, we have decided that you are Isabella's legal guardian."
"Wait a second," Gabriella said. "What happens to Isabella if I don't take her?"
"She goes to a foster home," Peter replied. "It's your choice, Gabriella."
"Where is she, now?" Gabriella asked.
"She's here in Albuquerque," Peter said. "If you don't want to take her, Isabella will go to a foster home in New York City. You don't have to make a choice, now, but, I would prefer if you gave me an answer tonight, because I will be leaving to New York, then."
"Okay," Gabriella nodded.
Troy walked Peter to the door.
"Thanks for coming, Peter," Troy said.
"It was nice seeing you again, Troy," Peter smiled. "Give my best to your dad."
"Will do," Troy said.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N I'll let you know when the sequel's up=)