If you haven't, read Real Life Fairy Tale and Miranda's Knight before you read this. This story will make more sense if you do.
tormented soul – Thanks for the help on this fic, I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer – Disney owns Lizzie McGuire. Everything else is mine.
A/N – "Thoughts" , Set 10 months after Real Life Fairy Tale and 8 months after Miranda's Knight.
Chapter 1 – Calm Before The Storm
Miranda slowly trudged up the stairs to their apartment. It was eight o'clock at night and Miranda had spent the entire day working at the shop. Between drawing new designs, working on creating others, and trying to deal with customers, it had been a long afternoon.
While most people would look forward to going home, to Miranda there was no comfort there. Her comfort had been away for the past month working in Miami on a series of commercials.
Opening the door, she let out a deep sigh as she took in the empty apartment. Closing and locking the door behind her, she walked over to the desk. Dumping the mail she picked up down stairs and her bag on top of the desk, she walked towards the bedroom.
She wasn't really hungry and just wanted to relax. After taking off her work clothes, Miranda filled the bathtub with steaming hot water. Slipping into the tub, she could feel her muscles slowly relax.
Leaning back, she closed her eyes. Miranda smiled as an image of Gordo appeared. "Two days."
After soaking in the tub for a while, Miranda slowly got out and wrapped a towel around her. After drying off, she walked back into the bedroom.
The hot bath had made her feel a little better but walking into the bedroom, the empty feeling returned. Putting on some underwear, she grabbed one of Gordo's buttoned shirts that was hanging on the back of a chair.
Taking a deep breath, she could faintly smell his scent on the shirt. Putting it on, it fell to about mid-calf.
Buttoning up the shirt, she walked over to an overstuffed armchair. Sitting down, she grabbed a nearby Vogue magazine and started to flip through the pages.
Before she knew it, the magazine slipped out of her hand and she fell asleep from exhaustion.
Around ten-thirty, the front door unlocked and slowly opened. A very tired Gordo walked inside.
As he locked the door behind him, he looked around for Miranda. Seeing her bag and the mail on the desk, he knew she was home.
Walking into the bedroom, he put his bags down out of the way and looked around.
He spotted Miranda asleep in the chair. He smiled as he took in the sight of her asleep with his shirt on. He didn't have the heart to wake her.
After taking a quick shower, Gordo walked back in and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
He then walked over to Miranda. Kneeling in front of her, he smiled as he watched her sleep. "She looks so cute," he thought with a chuckle.
Miranda was slouched down in the chair, with her head leaning to one side, and her mouth was slightly opened.
Reaching back, he threw back the covers of the bed and then stood up. Carefully, he scooped her up into his arms and just held her for a few moments.
He watched as her eyes slightly opened. "Gordo?" she asked tiredly and still half asleep.
"Yea. We wrapped early and I caught the red-eye."
"Mmm," she mumbled as she snuggled into Gordo's chest. "I missed you," she said with a yawn.
"I missed you too." Turning around, he gently put her in the middle of the bed and then laid down next to her.
As Gordo pulled the covers over them, Miranda snuggled up next to him. Gordo rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was exhausted but he just laid there, watching her sleep.
"She's so beautiful when she's asleep."
Gordo closed his eyes and buried his face against Miranda's neck.
The next morning, a loud buzzing noise woke Miranda up. Reaching out, she smacked the alarm clock. Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes. "I don't want to get up!"
The bed was so warm and finally having Gordo back in her arms, made her not want to face the outside world.
She looked down at Gordo and smiled. "Nothing could wake this log up."
The alarm went off again, the snooze period over. Reaching over Gordo, Miranda grabbed the alarm clock and shut it off so it wouldn't wake him up.
Slipping out of his arms, she started getting ready for work.
Gordo suddenly became aware of the empty bed. Opening his eyes, he rolled onto his back and watched Miranda walk back in. He smiled as he watched her change.
Miranda turned around and smiled back at him, "What?"
"Nothing. I was just musing that in two weeks we'll be married."
"Who would've thought we would end up together? After all the bickering and the jokes," she said laughing.
Gordo climbed out of the bed and walked over to her. Taking her hands in his, he gave her a quick kiss. "So what time do you get home tonight?"
"Hopefully six. Why?" She answered just as Gordo leaned in and started kissing her neck. "Mmm."
"Because I haven't seen my fiancé in a month. I want to make up for lost time," he said kissing her on the lips.
"I gotta get going," she said in a whimper.
Gordo laughed as he pulled back and watched her finish getting ready. Walking out into living room, Miranda was going through her bag and Gordo grabbed the
mail from yesterday.
Miranda finished getting ready and looked up at Gordo. She walked up to him like she was going to say something but gave him a deep kiss instead.
Pulling back, she smiled and walked towards the door.
"Don't start what you can't finish," he called after her.
Opening the door, Miranda looked back at him. "Oh, I'll finish it. You're not the only one who wants to make up for lost time," she said with an evil grin.
Gordo watched her leave. Walking into the kitchen, he was defiantly looking forward to tonight.
Meanwhile at Los Angeles International Airport, a plane had just arrived. A tall, muscular man walked off the plane and into the terminal. Looking down at the piece of paper in his hand, he smiled. "Miranda Sanchez. 103 Tarter Lane. Los Angeles, California."
He walked down the corridor, still smiling, he thought. "I will win you back Randy."