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Baby Blues
Chapter 1: Family Affair
David "Gordo" Gordon reached into his suit coat pocket to answer his ringing cell phone. He flipped it open as he stepped of the elevator onto the floor where his office was located.
"David Gordon." He answered.
"Elizabeth Gordon." Replied the voice on the other end.
"Good morning sunshine." Gordo remarked as he stopped at the reception desk to grab his memos. "What's up?"
"Oh not much. Just calling to tell you good morning, seeing as how you left without doing it yourself." She replied, pretending to be hurt.
"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, and you only have a few sleep-ins left. School starts soon." He reminded her.
"Don't remind me." She groaned. "Who would have guessed that getting up early is as hard on teachers as it is on students!"
"Are you really dreading going back?" asked Gordo.
"No." she replied. "I like my job, and I'm excited to meet my new students. It just takes some time to get back into the swing of things."
"Well Mrs. Gordon, all this back to school talk reminds me of something.homework, quizzes, tests. A specific test comes to mind." Gordo remarked slyly.
"Gordo! I told you, I'm waiting until you come home! I want us both to be there." She protested.
"I know." He replied. "I'm actually amazed that you're sticking to your guns."
"Hey!" she scolded. "I resent that."
"I'm just kidding." He told her. "I'm glad that you're waiting. I want to be there too."
"Good." Replied Lizzie, happily. "Just make sure you come home as soon as possible! I don't know how long I'll be able to wait!"
"I promise." He assured her. "If things aren't too busy, maybe I'll take a half day."
"Ok." She replied. "I'm going to take a shower and do some errands. I love you!"
"I love you too sweetie." Replied Gordo. "Bye."
Gordo hung up his phone, and proceeded to leaf through his memos, and listen to his voicemail. He had an executive job at an advertising agency. He had made a few films right out of college, but had come to the realization that film making was not necessarily the stable job he needed in order to settle down. So, he had started working in advertising. He really liked it. He got to be creative, and have a weekly paycheck. He was good at it too, and was promoted only a few years after he started. Now he was the assistant vice president of the company. Only 20 more years, and 5 more positions until he was CEO, he often joked.
Gordo listened to his last voice message, lay back in his chair, and sighed. If the messages and memos were any indication, he would not be able to take the half day he wanted. He hoped Lizzie wouldn't be too disappointed. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the wedding picture on his desk. He smiled at how beautiful Lizzie looked. He couldn't believe they had been married for 6 years. It seemed like just yesterday he was envious of Ethan Craft and Ronnie Jacob for being the objects of Lizzie's affection. And now, he was married to her, his dream girl. Life was perfect, except there was one little thing missing.
Gordo's thoughts were interrupted by the chirping of his cell phone. He pulled it out again and answered. "David Gordon."
"Gordo?" asked the voice at the other end. "Oh no! I dialed the wrong number again. I was trying to get Lizzie's cell."
"That's ok Miranda." Gordo replied, laughing. This was constantly happening, as Lizzie and Gordo's cell phone numbers differed only by the last digit. "What's up?"
"Not much." Miranda replied. "I called the house, but no one answered, so I figured Lizzie was out. I had to ask her something."
"Oh." Replied Gordo. "I just talked to her, she was going to take a shower."
"That explains it." Reasoned Miranda. "I guess I'll try her later.unless."
"Unless what?" asked Gordo.
"Maybe you can answer my question." Replied Miranda.
"Well, what's the question?" asked Gordo.
"Am I going to be an aunt yet?" asked Miranda, bluntly.
"Miranda!" exclaimed Gordo. "She told you?"
"Of course Gordo. We're best friends, what do you expect?" retorted Miranda.
"I can't believe she told you the exact day she could find out. Nothing is sacred." He complained.
"Nope, not when your two best friends are married." She remarked. "So, have we got any news?"
"No Miranda, she hasn't taken the test yet. We are waiting until I come home from work." He explained. "But rest assured, because I'm sure she will find a way to tell you before she even tells me!" he joked.
"Ok." She replied. "Good luck. I love you both!"
"You too Miranda." He responded. "Talk to you later."
He hung up the phone and rolled his eyes. That was life when your two best friends were girls, and you were married to one of them!
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Baby Blues
Chapter 1: Family Affair
David "Gordo" Gordon reached into his suit coat pocket to answer his ringing cell phone. He flipped it open as he stepped of the elevator onto the floor where his office was located.
"David Gordon." He answered.
"Elizabeth Gordon." Replied the voice on the other end.
"Good morning sunshine." Gordo remarked as he stopped at the reception desk to grab his memos. "What's up?"
"Oh not much. Just calling to tell you good morning, seeing as how you left without doing it yourself." She replied, pretending to be hurt.
"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, and you only have a few sleep-ins left. School starts soon." He reminded her.
"Don't remind me." She groaned. "Who would have guessed that getting up early is as hard on teachers as it is on students!"
"Are you really dreading going back?" asked Gordo.
"No." she replied. "I like my job, and I'm excited to meet my new students. It just takes some time to get back into the swing of things."
"Well Mrs. Gordon, all this back to school talk reminds me of something.homework, quizzes, tests. A specific test comes to mind." Gordo remarked slyly.
"Gordo! I told you, I'm waiting until you come home! I want us both to be there." She protested.
"I know." He replied. "I'm actually amazed that you're sticking to your guns."
"Hey!" she scolded. "I resent that."
"I'm just kidding." He told her. "I'm glad that you're waiting. I want to be there too."
"Good." Replied Lizzie, happily. "Just make sure you come home as soon as possible! I don't know how long I'll be able to wait!"
"I promise." He assured her. "If things aren't too busy, maybe I'll take a half day."
"Ok." She replied. "I'm going to take a shower and do some errands. I love you!"
"I love you too sweetie." Replied Gordo. "Bye."
Gordo hung up his phone, and proceeded to leaf through his memos, and listen to his voicemail. He had an executive job at an advertising agency. He had made a few films right out of college, but had come to the realization that film making was not necessarily the stable job he needed in order to settle down. So, he had started working in advertising. He really liked it. He got to be creative, and have a weekly paycheck. He was good at it too, and was promoted only a few years after he started. Now he was the assistant vice president of the company. Only 20 more years, and 5 more positions until he was CEO, he often joked.
Gordo listened to his last voice message, lay back in his chair, and sighed. If the messages and memos were any indication, he would not be able to take the half day he wanted. He hoped Lizzie wouldn't be too disappointed. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the wedding picture on his desk. He smiled at how beautiful Lizzie looked. He couldn't believe they had been married for 6 years. It seemed like just yesterday he was envious of Ethan Craft and Ronnie Jacob for being the objects of Lizzie's affection. And now, he was married to her, his dream girl. Life was perfect, except there was one little thing missing.
Gordo's thoughts were interrupted by the chirping of his cell phone. He pulled it out again and answered. "David Gordon."
"Gordo?" asked the voice at the other end. "Oh no! I dialed the wrong number again. I was trying to get Lizzie's cell."
"That's ok Miranda." Gordo replied, laughing. This was constantly happening, as Lizzie and Gordo's cell phone numbers differed only by the last digit. "What's up?"
"Not much." Miranda replied. "I called the house, but no one answered, so I figured Lizzie was out. I had to ask her something."
"Oh." Replied Gordo. "I just talked to her, she was going to take a shower."
"That explains it." Reasoned Miranda. "I guess I'll try her later.unless."
"Unless what?" asked Gordo.
"Maybe you can answer my question." Replied Miranda.
"Well, what's the question?" asked Gordo.
"Am I going to be an aunt yet?" asked Miranda, bluntly.
"Miranda!" exclaimed Gordo. "She told you?"
"Of course Gordo. We're best friends, what do you expect?" retorted Miranda.
"I can't believe she told you the exact day she could find out. Nothing is sacred." He complained.
"Nope, not when your two best friends are married." She remarked. "So, have we got any news?"
"No Miranda, she hasn't taken the test yet. We are waiting until I come home from work." He explained. "But rest assured, because I'm sure she will find a way to tell you before she even tells me!" he joked.
"Ok." She replied. "Good luck. I love you both!"
"You too Miranda." He responded. "Talk to you later."
He hung up the phone and rolled his eyes. That was life when your two best friends were girls, and you were married to one of them!
TBC!
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