A/N Thank you for all the reviews. I am having a sort of writers block on Lizzie Speaks What, but once I can figure out where I want to take it, I will definitely update it. Thank you for the reviews, and please continue with the reviews. I have been posting a new chapter everyday with this one I think or just about. Review, and if you don't like something tell me. I often do make careless mistakes; so if you see one, and I haven't corrected it, tell me. Thanks!

I do not own and of the Lizzie characters, but I do own Jeremy and Josh. Thanks for thinking of me, though.





Chapter Nine

~Gordo~

"What will mom and dad think?" Gordo was thinking as he drove home. "Should I tell them now, or should I bring Jeremy to them with Lizzie or what? I do not think they will think they will like not knowing about this sooner. I cannot believe I am a father. This means my life just changed a whole lot. I suppose this means I will have to quit one of my jobs and stop remaining busy all the time. At least I can afford it. I still am in love with Lizzie. I think she at least likes me, too. She wouldn't have invited me to Jeremy's birthday dinner if she didn't like me, right? I like the name Jeremy. I wonder how Lizzie chose that name. He looks exactly like me. I know my life has just significantly changed, but what now? I cannot tell if I am dating Lizzie, or if we are just friends who share a child. If things go really well in the next month, I think I might ask her marry me, or at least we can move in together. That would probably be best for Jeremy.or would that confuse him? If things don't work out for me, is there a way I could have joint custody of the child or something. I really want to be with Lizzie, though. If we get married, would Jeremy change his last name? I suppose I want it to be Gordon. At least he is only three and we live in the same city, so I could see Jeremy as often as I wanted. Wow, my thought process has gotten way ahead of itself. I will deal with right now. Wow I am a daddy. I have a son. I, David Gordon, have a son with the woman I love, and have loved for the past ten plus years of my life, and yet I still need to figure out how to explain this to my mom and dad. I think I will wait until I ask Lizzie where she wants me to stand. I am sure they will want to meet him. I am not going to run away from Jeremy. I have already missed so many special moments with him, like first day of preschool.wait is he in preschool? I didn't get to witness him potty training, saying his first words, walking; wow I missed a lot. I have so much learn about him. I will tell mom and dad as soon as I know where I stand. Lizzie will bring Jeremy over here to meet them."

Gordo got home, and his mom and dad were in the living room. Mrs. Gordon looked up from the magazine she was reading.

Mrs. Gordon: David, I have not seen you in a while. You seem not to be home very much. How have you been? What have you been doing?

Gordo: Oh, just seeing old friends.

Mrs. Gordon: Oh, how is Miranda?

Gordo: She is well. She is excited about having the baby.

Mrs. Gordon. That's good? What are your plans for tonight? I read that there is a fabulous TV movie on tonight called "Skater Wars." It is directed by Harold Fleming. You went to school with him, didn't you?

Gordo did go to school with Harold, but he wasn't a friend of his. He had more important things to do anyway.

Gordo: I already have plans.

Mrs. Gordon: What are you planning on doing?

Gordo: Actually, I am going to dinner with Lizzie.

Mr. And Mrs. Gordon both looked at him in awe.

Mrs. Gordon: Lizzie McGuire?

Gordo: Yep.

Mr. Gordon: How is she? Are you two friends again?

Gordo: Yeah.

Mrs. Gordon: How is Lizzie? Is she married yet?

Gordo: Lizzie is fine. She lives in Austin, like me.

Mrs. Gordon: Okay.

Gordo: Anyway, I am going to take a shower and then go meet Lizzie. I am not sure when I am going to be home, but do not wait up for me. I will call you if something happens.

Mr. And Mrs. Gordon looked at each other. They did not know what to think.

Thirty minutes later, Gordo came down, grabbed his dad's keys, and went out the door. Before he drove to Lizzie's, he decided he should buy a birthday present for Jeremy, so he stopped by a store on the way to the McGuire's. He was nervous about what Mr. and Mrs. McGuire would be like, but he was more nervous about Lizzie and Jeremy.

~Lizzie~

Lizzie walked in to the house with Jeremy. She had just gotten home from the park. Mom was in the kitchen cooking.

Lizzie: Hey, mom!

Jo: Hey Lizzie! Hey Jeremy! How was the park?

Lizzie: Interesting. Oh, is it okay if we set the table for one extra person tonight?

Jo: Sure! Is this person someone I know?

Lizzie: Yes, in fact it is Gordo.

Jo stopped whatever she was doing, and turned around.

Jo: Gordo? Did you tell him about Jeremy today?

Lizzie: Yep.

Jo: What was that like?

Lizzie: Well, it went okay. He was too shocked to be angry I think. I invited him for dinner. That is okay, right?

Jo: Of course it is, honey. Why don't you and Jeremy go upstairs and get dressed for tonight. Everything should be ready soon. Dad should be home in about a half an hour.

Lizzie: Okay. I told Gordo to come around six. That way, we all can sit and talk and then eat and talk some more.

Jo: Okay, that sounds great!

Lizzie picked Jeremy up and walked him upstairs.

Lizzie: Bath time! You get to clean up for daddy!

Lizzie took off Jeremy's clothes, and grabbed a towel and led him to the bathroom, where he took a bath and washed his hair. After she dressed Jeremy, she let him watch TV downstairs while she went to take a shower herself.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang. Jo went to go answer it.

Jo: Gordo! How are you? Come on in! I am glad you could come!

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A/N I thought that would be a good place to stop. I will most likely be unable to post anything this weekend. (Big project due Monday that I have procrastinated on as usual. LoL) So I will update it as soon as possible, but I cannot guarantee it being this weekend. Please read and review.