A/N: Wow! Two updates in one day! I have been getting some positive
feedback on this story, so I'll probably continue it. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: No own.
Baby Blues
Chapter 2: Nervous Nelly (Er.Lizzie)
Lizzie stepped out of the shower and got herself ready for the day. After she had blown her hair dry, gotten dressed, and put on an outfit, she noticed that she had only killed 45 minutes. This was going to be a long day.
Lizzie kept herself occupied by running errands. She went grocery shopping, and then hit the mall. She bought a new pair of shoes, a new CD, and was on her way to buy a new purse when she passed the maternity clothing store. She stopped to look at the dresses and pants, shirts and shorts. She longed to be able to wear them. She glanced down at her own thin figure. No bulging belly. She began to tear up, so she left. Not wanting to go home, she stopped by Miranda's house. She was met at the door by a small little girl with dark hair and medium skin. Her big brown eyes lit up when she saw who it was.
"Mommy! Mommy! Aunt Wizzie is here!" called 4 year old Brittany.
"Ok Brit, I'm coming baby." Called Miranda. She came to the door and let Lizzie into the house.
"Hey! I tried to call you this morning!" said Miranda as she led the crew to the family room. "Then I called Gordo and he said you were in the shower."
"Yeah." Replied Lizzie. "I had a few errands to do."
"Wizzie!" exclaimed 2 year old Gwyneth. Her curly hair was considerably lighter than her older sisters. Her eyes were lighter too. They shared the same tan skin.
"Hi Gwynnie!" called Lizzie, as she lifted the toddler out of her high chair. She spun her around and Gwyneth began to laugh.
"So what's new?" asked Miranda. "Have you taken it yet?"
"Taken what?" asked Brittany.
"Nothing Brit." Miranda told her. "Why don't you and Gwynnie go watch Barney in the playroom, ok?"
"Yeah!" urged Lizzie. "I promise, I'll come right in and we can play Candyland!"
Brittany's face lit up. "Ok!" She took her little sister's hand. "Come on."
"Come on." Gwyneth mimicked.
Lizzie laughed at them. "There go two little characters."
"Tell me about it." Remarked Miranda. "You don't live with them. So did you?"
"No." answered Lizzie. "I'm waiting for Gordo. But I am really anxious."
"I know." Miranda said, comforting her. "You know, I may have an extra test in the bathroom closet. Want me to check? We could ease all your fears right now." asked Miranda.
"No...I just wanted to come over and say hi." Lizzie explained.
"Lizzie..." started Miranda.
"No really." Lizzie stopped her.
"Ok, but no matter what. Baby or no baby, we are always here for you." Miranda told her.
"I know." Replied Lizzie, quietly.
After 2 rounds of Candyland, and a quick lunch later, Lizzie was on her way home. She was a little happier. She loved being with her "nieces". Brittany and Gwyneth were great kids. Miranda had married Ethan Craft a year after Lizzie and Gordo had been married. 9 months later, Miranda had Brittany. Two years after that, Gwyneth came along. Miranda loved kids, and she and Ethan were great parents. Ethan's job as a sports reporter on the local news allowed him to spend a lot of time with them. It also allowed Miranda to start up her interior design business. It was perfect; she could make her own hours, and someone was always home with the girls. Lizzie couldn't help but be a little envious of Miranda though. She wanted a baby too, but it wasn't happening as easily as she had hoped.
Lizzie returned home and tried to watch a little TV. Finally though, she gave in to her curiosity. She went into the bathroom, found the home pregnancy test, and proceeded to take it.
Half an hour later, she was baking brownies. She put a batch in the oven, and tapped her fingers on the countertop, anxiously.
"Hey!" called Gordo, as he entered the house.
"Hi." Greeted Lizzie.
"Something smells good." He remarked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong." She replied. "I'm just baking some brownies."
"Something happened." He remarked.
"Why does everyone always assume that when I am baking, it means that something bad happened?" asked Lizzie.
"Because it does." Offered Gordo. "Lizzie, you and baking have a history of bad news."
Lizzie bit her lip. "I took the test before you got home."
"Is that all?" he asked. "Sweetie, it's ok, I didn't think you'd want to wait."
"Really? It's ok?" she asked.
"Don't worry about it." He remarked. "So do we have good news?"
"I don't know." She admitted.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
"I haven't checked it yet. I was too nervous." She told him.
"Ok, we'll go check it now then." He suggested. "Come on."
"I can't." she cried. "You do it."
"Are you sure?" asked Gordo.
"Yes." She bit her lip again.
"Ok." Replied Gordo. He headed toward the bathroom and looked on the counter.
"Well?" asked Lizzie.
TBC!!
Hehe! A cliffie! Please review.
Disclaimer: No own.
Baby Blues
Chapter 2: Nervous Nelly (Er.Lizzie)
Lizzie stepped out of the shower and got herself ready for the day. After she had blown her hair dry, gotten dressed, and put on an outfit, she noticed that she had only killed 45 minutes. This was going to be a long day.
Lizzie kept herself occupied by running errands. She went grocery shopping, and then hit the mall. She bought a new pair of shoes, a new CD, and was on her way to buy a new purse when she passed the maternity clothing store. She stopped to look at the dresses and pants, shirts and shorts. She longed to be able to wear them. She glanced down at her own thin figure. No bulging belly. She began to tear up, so she left. Not wanting to go home, she stopped by Miranda's house. She was met at the door by a small little girl with dark hair and medium skin. Her big brown eyes lit up when she saw who it was.
"Mommy! Mommy! Aunt Wizzie is here!" called 4 year old Brittany.
"Ok Brit, I'm coming baby." Called Miranda. She came to the door and let Lizzie into the house.
"Hey! I tried to call you this morning!" said Miranda as she led the crew to the family room. "Then I called Gordo and he said you were in the shower."
"Yeah." Replied Lizzie. "I had a few errands to do."
"Wizzie!" exclaimed 2 year old Gwyneth. Her curly hair was considerably lighter than her older sisters. Her eyes were lighter too. They shared the same tan skin.
"Hi Gwynnie!" called Lizzie, as she lifted the toddler out of her high chair. She spun her around and Gwyneth began to laugh.
"So what's new?" asked Miranda. "Have you taken it yet?"
"Taken what?" asked Brittany.
"Nothing Brit." Miranda told her. "Why don't you and Gwynnie go watch Barney in the playroom, ok?"
"Yeah!" urged Lizzie. "I promise, I'll come right in and we can play Candyland!"
Brittany's face lit up. "Ok!" She took her little sister's hand. "Come on."
"Come on." Gwyneth mimicked.
Lizzie laughed at them. "There go two little characters."
"Tell me about it." Remarked Miranda. "You don't live with them. So did you?"
"No." answered Lizzie. "I'm waiting for Gordo. But I am really anxious."
"I know." Miranda said, comforting her. "You know, I may have an extra test in the bathroom closet. Want me to check? We could ease all your fears right now." asked Miranda.
"No...I just wanted to come over and say hi." Lizzie explained.
"Lizzie..." started Miranda.
"No really." Lizzie stopped her.
"Ok, but no matter what. Baby or no baby, we are always here for you." Miranda told her.
"I know." Replied Lizzie, quietly.
After 2 rounds of Candyland, and a quick lunch later, Lizzie was on her way home. She was a little happier. She loved being with her "nieces". Brittany and Gwyneth were great kids. Miranda had married Ethan Craft a year after Lizzie and Gordo had been married. 9 months later, Miranda had Brittany. Two years after that, Gwyneth came along. Miranda loved kids, and she and Ethan were great parents. Ethan's job as a sports reporter on the local news allowed him to spend a lot of time with them. It also allowed Miranda to start up her interior design business. It was perfect; she could make her own hours, and someone was always home with the girls. Lizzie couldn't help but be a little envious of Miranda though. She wanted a baby too, but it wasn't happening as easily as she had hoped.
Lizzie returned home and tried to watch a little TV. Finally though, she gave in to her curiosity. She went into the bathroom, found the home pregnancy test, and proceeded to take it.
Half an hour later, she was baking brownies. She put a batch in the oven, and tapped her fingers on the countertop, anxiously.
"Hey!" called Gordo, as he entered the house.
"Hi." Greeted Lizzie.
"Something smells good." He remarked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong." She replied. "I'm just baking some brownies."
"Something happened." He remarked.
"Why does everyone always assume that when I am baking, it means that something bad happened?" asked Lizzie.
"Because it does." Offered Gordo. "Lizzie, you and baking have a history of bad news."
Lizzie bit her lip. "I took the test before you got home."
"Is that all?" he asked. "Sweetie, it's ok, I didn't think you'd want to wait."
"Really? It's ok?" she asked.
"Don't worry about it." He remarked. "So do we have good news?"
"I don't know." She admitted.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
"I haven't checked it yet. I was too nervous." She told him.
"Ok, we'll go check it now then." He suggested. "Come on."
"I can't." she cried. "You do it."
"Are you sure?" asked Gordo.
"Yes." She bit her lip again.
"Ok." Replied Gordo. He headed toward the bathroom and looked on the counter.
"Well?" asked Lizzie.
TBC!!
Hehe! A cliffie! Please review.