A/N: I don't own a single thing besides Nick, Lizzie's barely mentioned boyfriend. Thanks a bunch to reviews!! I got 53!!! Keep reviewing!!!

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A Business Card That Hold An Answer

Lizzie was confused and vulnerable. She was confused in the fact that she still loved Gordo, probably always will. But he was gone. He left her to be with Miranda. Most likely, he wasn't coming back.

She was vulnerable because of Gordo leaving her. She felt like he didn't care if he would just leave her for a girl he didn't love. She figured at least with Nick's proposal, she would be married. And of course Nick obviously cared for her.

Lizzie just looked puzzled at Nick. "Ummm.. Umm", she stammered. She tried to force the words out of her mouth but nothing came out except for some more "ums".

"Are you going to answer?" asked Nick, getting impatient.

"Well.." How should she answer?

'Come on Lizzie, THINK!' she encouraged herself. She looked Nick straight in the eye. She opened her mouth to say something. Although it makes no sense, she wasn't really sure with what she was about to say..

"Y.. yes."

Nick smiled brightly. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. He hugged her so hard and even picked her up off the ground.

After being swung around in Nick's arm a few times, Lizzie was put down. She felt dizzy. She was speechless. She couldn't believe what she had just said.

Nick's cell phone rang. He started mumbled a few words to the person on the other line. "Well, I gotta go", he went over and kissed Lizzie. "Love yah, future Mrs. Nick Bradley."

"Yeah", Lizzie said glumly, "love yah.."

He waved to her and shut the door. Lizzie fell onto her couch and screamed into a pillow.

"Gordo!" she screamed.

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Gordo looked on as Miranda put baby things into the shopping cart.

"Looks like we're buying the whole store", remarked Gordo.

She playfully slapped his arm, "for you information, we need this stuff."

"Uh hunh", said Gordo looking at one of the things that Miranda just put in. "Do you even know what this is by the way?"

"Um, yeah", Miranda thought for a second, "It's a um, um.."

"Shall I put it back?" asked Gordo.

"Fine", said Miranda as she looked at some bedding.

Gordo looked for the shelf where Miranda had gotten the item. The fact of going shopping for baby supplies for Miranda just made him depressed.

He wanted to be back in Boston with Lizzie. He wanted to be with her and marry her someday. And then she would be the one here with him shopping for stuff for their first child.

Miranda tapped Gordo on the shoulder. "You okay?" she asked, concerned.

Gordo turned his head back and looked at Miranda. "Yeah", he lied.

"Okayyy", replied Miranda, not believing him.

For some reason she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach that he saw Lizzie. He seemed so depressed having to leave Boston. She knew it wasn't because the conference wasn't oh so exciting.

Miranda knew Gordo always had some sort of thing for Lizzie. That's what made her pursuit him in the first place.

Lizzie wanted Gordo badly and she could tell. Just the way she had became all flirty around him made a sea of anger sweep through Miranda's veins.

But the only thing Lizzie did do was flirt. She seemed to shy to actually ask Gordo out. Maybe it was out of fear of rejection.

Miranda took advantage of that fact. She beat Lizzie to the chase and asked Gordo out. He accepted. He was confused because he thought Lizzie liked him. Miranda just said that she was practicing her flirting on him.

Still confused, but happy at Miranda's offer Gordo accepted. And that's when it all began, the betrayal, the fighting, and the lying.

Miranda shook her head of all the memories. She didn't want to think of Gordo with Lizzie. Gordo was with her now. Except for the fact that he wasn't supposed to be..

She had cheated on him and gotten pregnant. Worst of all she had no clue who the father was. Thoughts of what a horrible person she was had consumed her mind. She had to tell Gordo the truth. She had to get her horrible lie off her chest.

"Miranda?" asked Gordo.

"Hmmmm", was her only reply.

"You've been standing here with that crib sheet for like fifteen minutes now. Do you want it or not?" he asked her.

Miranda looked at the baby blue crib sheet that she held in her hand. She shoved it into the shopping cart. She then wheeled the shopping cart into another isle.

'If only I could find out who the father is', thought Miranda, 'then I'd fell better.'

She knew that she did cheat but at least she wouldn't feel so sluty because she knew whom the father was. Well actually, she did feel like a slut sleeping with a guy when she was drunk and barely knew him but you get the point.

Once all the shopping was done Miranda headed back to her apartment. She tried to get her mind off things. She lit some scented candles and started a bubble bath.

Stewing in the bubbly tub she let her mind go blank. The only sound you could hear were the quiet splashes she made when she would move her hands.

After a long while of relaxation Miranda got up. She wrapped a towel around her soaked body. She bent down to get a towel that she dropped on the floor when she saw an unfamiliar piece of paper.

She picked it up with her pruned fingers. She read the name.

"Nick Bradley."

She bit her lip. "Nick Bradley", she repeated. 'Why does that sound familiar?' Miranda thought.

She tried hard to think back to that night when she had gotten drunk and cheated on her Gordo.

Everything was blurred. Miranda asked the bartender for another beer. He handed her one with a strange look, as if he could tell he was drunk.

It was there that she met a man. He had blonde hair and grayish blue eyes. He seemed depressed.

She started a conversation with him and before she knew it, they were kissing.

Once they had reached Miranda's apartment she asked what his name was.

"Nick Bradley", he replied. He flew a card into the air. "That's a business card", he remarked.

Miranda just laughed even though nothing really was funny.

'That's the card!' she thought, 'Nick Bradley is the father of my child!'

A/N: I'm such a hypocrite. Here I am ragging in my other story ("Signed, More Then Perfect Hair" BTW I'd appreciate it if you read it!) about how I am so SICK of L/G's. And here I am writing one! Oh well, when you've got 53 reviews after only 7 chapters that's gotta keep you motivated. Ha! Well see yah, next update and remember to PLEASE REVIEW!!!! Thankies!