a/n: here goes the second chap…which was written right after the first…so if anyone had reviewed this story, im sorry i couldn't thank u!!! i didn't kno u reviewed yet! Lol but i love u anyways ! ;)

Chapter 2

Miranda tucked her sleeping daughter tightly into her car-seat, fastening every buckle to make sure she was in safely. She then proceeded to shut the car door and head towards the trunk of the car where Gordo was loading her luggage. The reality of her being back in California with her daughter hit her pretty hard at that moment. If someone would have told her when she first left for Mexico City that when she was to return it would be with a daughter, she would have told them they were lying.

"Thanks Gordo," she said as she threw a duffle bag in the trunk.

Gordo closed the trunk door and responded with a smile, "you're welcome. I'm glad to do it."

Miranda dug into her jeans' pockets and pulled out a small piece of paper, then handed it over to her best friend. "Here, this is where I want you to drop me and Amelia off."

He focused on the piece of paper as the both of them headed back inside the car.

"The Stevens Street Motel?" Gordo questioned as he settled himself in the car. "Are you kidding me?"

"Miranda, you can't stay at a motel! What about Amelia, I mean--"

The car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

Lizzie was cut off. "It'll be fine. We'll just be staying there until I find a job and somewhere else to stay…"

"But Miranda, who knows how long that'll take. I mean, I've heard some really bad stuff about that place. Are you sure that's the type of place you want to place your daughter in?" Lizzie tried to plead.

Miranda sighed. "I don't have anywhere else to go…plus, trust me, it's only for a short time. Amelia and I will be fine there."

"No! No, no, no. You two will stay at my house for the time being," Lizzie told her best friend. "It's a lot better than some motel, trust me." She smiled. "So Gordo, when we get to the fork in the road, take a right."

"No Gordo, don't listen to her, take a left," Miranda pleaded. "Lizzie, stop. We'll be fine at the motel. Plus, I can't impose on your parents like that. Remember, I wouldn't be the only one staying over now…" she reminded her friend as she bit her lower lip and took a quick glance over at Amelia.

"So wait? Where should I--"

Lizzie interrupted Gordo. "Right. You take a right Gordo." She sighed and turned her head towards the backseat where her friend was. "My parents will understand. They know that we've all grown up, and we've all changed…they won't judge you Miranda, I promise."

Miranda shook her head. "Gordo, don't listen to her. Take a left… Lizzie! I can't do that. I know, you have good intentions, but I'll…we'll be fine. Promise."

"Guys…the fork is coming up…where do I go?" Gordo asked as they approached the split in the highway.

"Right!" Lizzie exclaimed.

"Lizzie!"

"Miranda! I am not going to let you stay in some…crappy motel! Now, you are going to stay at my house for the time being, and that's final!"

Miranda couldn't win with Lizzie. All she could do was sit back and sigh.

* * *

Gordo sat at the end of the couch, watching Miranda sleep. It felt so weird having her back home, but at the same time, it felt so right. It was weird to describe what he was felling now that his best friend was back, but as far as he was concerned, it was something different and he wasn't sure how to respond to this feeling.

About an hour ago they had all gotten back to Lizzie's house, only to find the home empty; Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, along with Matt, had gone shopping. Once they arrived Miranda had set Amelia in her playpen and then she herself ended up falling asleep on the couch. It had been a long day for her.

Gordo took his button down shirt, which he was wearing over a t-shirt, and put it over Miranda's body. As he did so, Lizzie came downstairs.

"Hey…" she whispered.

He became startled. "Oh, hey. Hey."

"Come on," she said as she extended her hand towards him. "Let's leave them here sleeping, so we don't disturb them." He took her hand and then nodded his head.

They both headed upstairs and into Lizzie's bedroom. Lizzie took a deep sigh and sat on her bed as Gordo took a seat at her computer. They were both silent for about two minutes, just looking at each other. Both were reminiscing about the day so far.

"Wow," she simply said.

"Yeah…"

"I never expected Miranda to be returning with, a daughter. A daughter Gordo! Can you believe that?" Lizzie shook her head. "That's crazy."

"People tend to surprise you."

"Why didn't she tell me before? I'm her best friend!"

"She didn't tell me either. She probably didn't know how to…"

"And you saw her with her earlier? I mean…wow. She's so good with her…" she commented, and then sighed. "I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to have a kid now…"

"You don't have to worry about that Lizzie."

"But…what, what is that happened to us?"

"What?"

"What…what if I was to end up pregnant Gordo?" she asked, biting her bottom lip. "It happened to Miranda…it could happen to us too. Now she--"

"Calm down! Calm down! You're beginning to ramble again," Gordo laughed. "But trust me, it won't happen to us. We're careful."

"I-I-I think, maybe, I…should go on the pill."

Gordo got up from the chair and knelt down in front of her, grabbing her hands and asking, "are you sure? Because that is a big step…"

"Yeah, I'm sure," she nodded with a smile.

He gave her a quick kiss and then said, "I think it's a good idea then." Gordo noticed that the clock read 3:50PM. "Damn, Lizzie, I have to go. I'll be back, but I have to go and pick something up for my dad at four."

"Okay, I'll see you later then," she told him, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Gordo made his was downstairs and found Amelia standing up in her playpen, looking over at Miranda who was still sleeping, reaching her hand out to her. He went towards the little girl and knelt down. He looked at the girl as she took his finger and started to shake it, and then laughed.

"Hey…" he whispered. "You are so beautiful, you know that. Just like your mother. Yes you are!" he teased.

Amelia raised her head and looked right at him, staring at him with her radiant blue eyes. Somehow, he couldn't help but stare back at her. Back into those eyes. She was his best friend's daughter, and he had just met her, yet it felt to him as though he had known her for longer than he truly did.

The little girl pointed at Gordo's eyes and giggled, "blue!"

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