The Tale of the McGuire-Gordons
Summary: The story of Lizzie and Gordo, from the day they were born until the day they got married. Major L/G.
Chapter One: Birth
A/N: Sorry if the first few chapters are sort of boring. I'll have a little more dialogue and more the way they think when they get a little older, like five years old. I seriously don't know how a baby's mind works, so I kinda guessed.
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Gordo's POV
I was a very odd little baby. Born on June 12th, 1989, everyone agreed that they had never seen anyone like me before. The nurses said to give m e a couple weeks before they think anything is serious, but I ate nothing, drank nothing, and never opened my eyes.
And I cried nonstop for a week.
"Shouldn't we do something?' Roberta, my mother would always ask over the screeching of her son.
"It's psychology. Let him cry, and he'll show us what's wrong." My father responded. "Maybe he'll be quiet then."
But I kept crying, long and hard.
Until the day Lizzie was born.
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Lizzie's POV
I was born on June 19th, 1989, in Hillridge hospital at 5:24 AM as Elizabeth Brooke McGuire. Not early, not late, just as predicted. Plain as that. But who knew that this plain little baby would one day have the most extraordinary life?
"Oh, look at her!" Jo exclaimed. "She's so sweet!"
"My little Lizzie." Sam picked me up and rocked me back and forth.
I began to cry.
"Oh no! Sam, what did you do?" Jo took me back and kissed me on the forehead, wiping the tears away from my eyes. I continued to cry. "Baby, what's wrong?" She cooed in my ear.
"Maybe she's hungry." Roberta Gordon examined my face, with her own child in her arms. "Or maybe tired."
"Or maybe she just needs to be around more people." Howard, Roberta's husband suggested.
That sprung an idea in my mother's head. "Honey, meet the Gordons." Jo whispered, holding me out to the family, hoping that would calm me down.
At the sight of more grown-ups, I began to cry even harder.
And suddenly, I heard another cry from across the room.
I stopped.
"Oh, David." Roberta came up to Jo and sighed. "I don't know why this keeps happening. Are babies supposed to cry for no apparent reason?"
And then David stopped crying when he heard me stop crying.
"And stop for no apparent reason?"
"Shhh... I think your daughter is getting acquainted with our son." Howard shushed the parents.
I looked David straight in the eye. He looked curiously back.
And for the first time all day, my mouth twitched into a little smile.
Summary: The story of Lizzie and Gordo, from the day they were born until the day they got married. Major L/G.
Chapter One: Birth
A/N: Sorry if the first few chapters are sort of boring. I'll have a little more dialogue and more the way they think when they get a little older, like five years old. I seriously don't know how a baby's mind works, so I kinda guessed.
***
Gordo's POV
I was a very odd little baby. Born on June 12th, 1989, everyone agreed that they had never seen anyone like me before. The nurses said to give m e a couple weeks before they think anything is serious, but I ate nothing, drank nothing, and never opened my eyes.
And I cried nonstop for a week.
"Shouldn't we do something?' Roberta, my mother would always ask over the screeching of her son.
"It's psychology. Let him cry, and he'll show us what's wrong." My father responded. "Maybe he'll be quiet then."
But I kept crying, long and hard.
Until the day Lizzie was born.
***
Lizzie's POV
I was born on June 19th, 1989, in Hillridge hospital at 5:24 AM as Elizabeth Brooke McGuire. Not early, not late, just as predicted. Plain as that. But who knew that this plain little baby would one day have the most extraordinary life?
"Oh, look at her!" Jo exclaimed. "She's so sweet!"
"My little Lizzie." Sam picked me up and rocked me back and forth.
I began to cry.
"Oh no! Sam, what did you do?" Jo took me back and kissed me on the forehead, wiping the tears away from my eyes. I continued to cry. "Baby, what's wrong?" She cooed in my ear.
"Maybe she's hungry." Roberta Gordon examined my face, with her own child in her arms. "Or maybe tired."
"Or maybe she just needs to be around more people." Howard, Roberta's husband suggested.
That sprung an idea in my mother's head. "Honey, meet the Gordons." Jo whispered, holding me out to the family, hoping that would calm me down.
At the sight of more grown-ups, I began to cry even harder.
And suddenly, I heard another cry from across the room.
I stopped.
"Oh, David." Roberta came up to Jo and sighed. "I don't know why this keeps happening. Are babies supposed to cry for no apparent reason?"
And then David stopped crying when he heard me stop crying.
"And stop for no apparent reason?"
"Shhh... I think your daughter is getting acquainted with our son." Howard shushed the parents.
I looked David straight in the eye. He looked curiously back.
And for the first time all day, my mouth twitched into a little smile.
