A/N: Hi guys! I know I haven't updated my stories for a while, but I will
try to this weekend! I got a new story idea and thought that I'd try it
out. Please tell me what you think by reviewing! Here are a few notes about
the actual story:
It takes place in Boston, because that's where I'm from and I know my way around. Lizzie and Gordo have not spoken to each other since high school because of some events that took place, which will be explained later in the story.
Disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue.
Two Roads Diverged
Chapter 1: Prologue
~*Beth Israel Hospital, July 7, 2014*~
"Ok Elizabeth, one last push, and you're almost there."
26-year-old Lizzie McGuire took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused. "Ah!!" she screamed. Her insides felt as though they were being torn apart.
"Good job!"
Lizzie threw her head back on the pillow. A nurse wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. "Ok Lizzie, one more and you're done, I promise!"
"That's what you said last time!" Lizzie moaned.
"You're doing great! Just one more and we're there."
Lizzie felt a sharp stab of pain. "Ow!!!!" she cried.
"Here we go!" called the nurse. "Deep breath! 1,2,3."
Lizzie pushed down as hard as she could. She could feel it, she was almost there. One last push.
"Congratulations Miss McGuire! You have a beautiful baby girl!" the doctor announced, holding up a tiny red baby.
Lizzie looked at her daughter. She was perfect. Even with her face all wrinkled up, and her body shivering and her lungs wailing. She watched as the nurse wrapped her up, and carried her over. Lizzie extended her arms, and the nurse handed her the petite bundle. "She's gorgeous!" breathed Lizzie.
"Absolutely perfect." Agreed the nurse.
Lizzie looked down at the baby, who had stopped crying, and was now looking intently up at her. She gently touched her face. "Hi there little one." She cooed. "I'm your mommy." The baby almost smiled, as if she knew.
"Have you got a name?" asked the nurse, who was filling out the birth certificate.
Lizzie smiled. "Yes." She replied, thinking for a minute. "Emma." She smiled again. "Emma Marie McGuire."
"I like it!" replied the nurse.
"I love it." Lizzie smiled.
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~*Meanwhile*~ A doctor looked through the glass door of the intensive care nursery unit into the waiting room. She saw a man sitting in the chairs, his head buried in his hands. She knew who he was. She crossed through the door and called his name.
"Mr. Gordon?"
The man looked up.
"Your daughter is stable for now. She's on a respirator, and a feeding tube, but her vitals are strong, and her internal organs seem to be fully developed."
Gordo took a deep breath, and wiped the tears off his face. "That's good, right?"
"Yes, for now, things look good."
"How long will she need to be here?" he asked.
"Its hard to tell. As far as we can see, the only problem is getting her to breath on her own. We'll need to run some more tests, and there's always the risk of infections. You're lucky though. The prognosis for preemies born at 7 months is usually fairly optimistic. We just need to focus on her breathing and hope for the best."
"Lucky?" Gordo thought. "Lucky is not the adjective I would use to describe the current situation."
"Can I see her?" he asked the doctor.
She smiled. "Of course."
Gordo followed her into the NICU. He looked around at all the babies. They were all so tiny, surrounded by huge machines, tubes sticking out everywhere. He glanced over at the regular nursery, which was right next- door. Those babies seemed so big, so healthy. He read the names on the bassinets as he followed the doctor. "Harper, Collins, James, McGuire." Gordo read out loud, pausing after the last one. "Baby Girl McGuire. Nah, couldn't be." He thought. "Duh! She'd have a different last name." he attributed his stupidity to the trauma he had experienced that day.
"Here she is." Said the doctor. Gordo looked down at the tiny infant lying in the bassinet. She was so little. She looked so helpless. She was breathing through a small oxygen mask. Electrodes were hooked up to her, monitoring a million things. Gordo watched her tiny stomach heave in and out with every breath.
"You can touch her if you like." A nurse told him.
Gordo reached down and stroked her arm. He held out his finger and she grabbed onto it. "Hey." He smiled. He leaned down to kiss her. "You are absolutely perfect; do you know that? You're beautiful." The baby cooed. "I love you." He whispered to his daughter.
The doctor returned. "Well Mr. Gordon, why don't you go get something to eat? We'll take good care of your daughter."
"Lucy." He remarked, almost inaudibly.
"Excuse me?" asked the doctor.
"Lucy." He replied. "Her name is Lucy."
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What'd did you think? Read and review!
PS: Who else loved "Dear Lizzie"? Best episode yet!
It takes place in Boston, because that's where I'm from and I know my way around. Lizzie and Gordo have not spoken to each other since high school because of some events that took place, which will be explained later in the story.
Disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue.
Two Roads Diverged
Chapter 1: Prologue
~*Beth Israel Hospital, July 7, 2014*~
"Ok Elizabeth, one last push, and you're almost there."
26-year-old Lizzie McGuire took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused. "Ah!!" she screamed. Her insides felt as though they were being torn apart.
"Good job!"
Lizzie threw her head back on the pillow. A nurse wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. "Ok Lizzie, one more and you're done, I promise!"
"That's what you said last time!" Lizzie moaned.
"You're doing great! Just one more and we're there."
Lizzie felt a sharp stab of pain. "Ow!!!!" she cried.
"Here we go!" called the nurse. "Deep breath! 1,2,3."
Lizzie pushed down as hard as she could. She could feel it, she was almost there. One last push.
"Congratulations Miss McGuire! You have a beautiful baby girl!" the doctor announced, holding up a tiny red baby.
Lizzie looked at her daughter. She was perfect. Even with her face all wrinkled up, and her body shivering and her lungs wailing. She watched as the nurse wrapped her up, and carried her over. Lizzie extended her arms, and the nurse handed her the petite bundle. "She's gorgeous!" breathed Lizzie.
"Absolutely perfect." Agreed the nurse.
Lizzie looked down at the baby, who had stopped crying, and was now looking intently up at her. She gently touched her face. "Hi there little one." She cooed. "I'm your mommy." The baby almost smiled, as if she knew.
"Have you got a name?" asked the nurse, who was filling out the birth certificate.
Lizzie smiled. "Yes." She replied, thinking for a minute. "Emma." She smiled again. "Emma Marie McGuire."
"I like it!" replied the nurse.
"I love it." Lizzie smiled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*Meanwhile*~ A doctor looked through the glass door of the intensive care nursery unit into the waiting room. She saw a man sitting in the chairs, his head buried in his hands. She knew who he was. She crossed through the door and called his name.
"Mr. Gordon?"
The man looked up.
"Your daughter is stable for now. She's on a respirator, and a feeding tube, but her vitals are strong, and her internal organs seem to be fully developed."
Gordo took a deep breath, and wiped the tears off his face. "That's good, right?"
"Yes, for now, things look good."
"How long will she need to be here?" he asked.
"Its hard to tell. As far as we can see, the only problem is getting her to breath on her own. We'll need to run some more tests, and there's always the risk of infections. You're lucky though. The prognosis for preemies born at 7 months is usually fairly optimistic. We just need to focus on her breathing and hope for the best."
"Lucky?" Gordo thought. "Lucky is not the adjective I would use to describe the current situation."
"Can I see her?" he asked the doctor.
She smiled. "Of course."
Gordo followed her into the NICU. He looked around at all the babies. They were all so tiny, surrounded by huge machines, tubes sticking out everywhere. He glanced over at the regular nursery, which was right next- door. Those babies seemed so big, so healthy. He read the names on the bassinets as he followed the doctor. "Harper, Collins, James, McGuire." Gordo read out loud, pausing after the last one. "Baby Girl McGuire. Nah, couldn't be." He thought. "Duh! She'd have a different last name." he attributed his stupidity to the trauma he had experienced that day.
"Here she is." Said the doctor. Gordo looked down at the tiny infant lying in the bassinet. She was so little. She looked so helpless. She was breathing through a small oxygen mask. Electrodes were hooked up to her, monitoring a million things. Gordo watched her tiny stomach heave in and out with every breath.
"You can touch her if you like." A nurse told him.
Gordo reached down and stroked her arm. He held out his finger and she grabbed onto it. "Hey." He smiled. He leaned down to kiss her. "You are absolutely perfect; do you know that? You're beautiful." The baby cooed. "I love you." He whispered to his daughter.
The doctor returned. "Well Mr. Gordon, why don't you go get something to eat? We'll take good care of your daughter."
"Lucy." He remarked, almost inaudibly.
"Excuse me?" asked the doctor.
"Lucy." He replied. "Her name is Lucy."
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What'd did you think? Read and review!
PS: Who else loved "Dear Lizzie"? Best episode yet!