A/N: I don't know about this, but I always assumed Gordo was an only child. If that isn't right, then pretend it is for this story!

GORDO

"I'm pregnant."

The hard, forced words hit me like a brick wall. I stared at my mom in shock. Pregnant? How? She couldn't be! This must be a mistake… my mom was in her late 30s! People don't get pregnant in their late 30s!

"W-what?" I asked. "Are you sure? How could this happen? How…"

"Are you all right?"

Did she want the truth? Then no, I wasn't all right. I was horrified. I was 13… too old to have a newborn brother or sister. Way too old. I couldn't see myself with a newborn.

Not to mention the shock. I'd expected anything but this. Mom hadn't been feeling well. Headache, throwing up, et cetra. She'd even been crabbier and put on a little weight. I'd been wondering what was wrong with her. I'd prepared myself for the worst. The thought that she may be seriously sick, even dying had entered my mind. I expected everything but this.

"Um… of course I am," I replied. It wasn't like I could tell her I thought she was dying.

"You're fine with this?" she pressed, concerned.

"Sure I am. This'll be fun. Exciting." Even if I told her I wasn't fine with it, what was she going to do about it? It wasn't like we could do anything about it. Abortion, maybe, but I knew my mom would never do an abortion.

She smiled and hugged me. "Good, I'm glad. I need your support so much."

"Yeah, mom."

~*~

"Pregnant?!" Lizzie demanded at school the next day. "That's great! Can you imagine… a little baby Gordo running around the house!"

"This is so cool!" Miranda agreed. "What are they going to name him?"

"First of all, it might not be a him," I replied as we walked down the hallway. "Second, they probably won't decide until it's born. They didn't plan my name in advance."

"First of all," Lizzie said, using my tone. "We need to call the baby either "him" or "her" because if we called him "it" then that's like referring to an animal or object. Second, if you don't plan out the name, it's no fun!"

"Exactly!" Miranda agreed. "They should name him… Andrew."

"Or Kaleigh if he's a she," Lizzie thought aloud. "Spelled K-a-l-e-i-g-h. I love that name."

"Or… Jason?"

"Maria?"

"Michael?"

"Julie?"

"How about we name it "Hey, you kid"? Sound good?" I asked.

"No…" Miranda said, still looking thoughtful. "But if he's a boy you could name him Guy."

"Guy Gordon… I don't like it," Lizzie made a face. "It can't start with a "G." But I like Michael. Michael Gordon."

I rolled my eyes. "I think you two are more excited than I am."

"Good," Lizzie said. "Someone's got to be excited about it."