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A Week Later
Two Days Before Thanksgiving
"Miranda, I am about to pick Gordo up from the airport. Do you want to come with me?" Lizzie asked.
"Nah, I mean, you need to talk to him alone," Miranda said.
"Well, here is the thing, Miranda," Lizzie started.
"Oh, no, Liz, you are telling Gordo that you are pregnant, and I don't want to hear any more objections about it," Miranda said as she practically shoved Lizzie out of her apartment.
"No, Miranda, I don't even know what I am going to do with the baby yet."
"Lizzie, you have told me over and over that you are going to keep this baby, why the sudden change?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't want Gordo to miss this opportunity and we aren't even married, Miranda."
"So? This was unplanned. But you know Gordo loves you and you love him back. You were planning on getting married at some point, weren't you?"
"That's the thing. I don't want to pressure Gordo to do anything he isn't ready for, like marriage, or children," Lizzie said.
"Um, Liz? You don't even know how Gordo feels about this. He might be thrilled."
"But then he won't return to complete his work in Asia," Lizzie said.
"Well, he can finish his education here. He won't mind. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but everything will work out and everything will be okay. You just have to wait," Miranda said. "Now, come on! You are going to keep Gordo waiting!"
"Fine," Lizzie said as she walked to her car. "Bye, Miranda!"
"Bye! Call me when you have him!" Miranda said as she got into her own car.
Lizzie sighed as she started her car. This was it, she thought. She was going to see Gordo for the first time in over a month and a week. She pulled out of her parking space, and headed to the airport.
She got to the airport early and waited on a bench outside the customs area. On the screen, it said the flight was running about an hour behind schedule. Great, she thought, this would give her more time to think about how to tell Gordo her news.
She started practicing. "Uh, Gordo," Lizzie practiced, "I have some good news, honey, I am pregnant," Lizzie said. No, what if he didn't think this was good news? "David Gordon, I am having a baby and it is yours," Lizzie said. No, that gave reason to doubt that the baby was his, and it didn't sound romantic. Lizzie rubbed her temples and signed as she put her head down for a few minutes. She gave out one more sigh as she looked up, ready to rehearse again. "Gordo," she said and she smiled, "I have something I need to tell you."
"Really?" she heard someone say in front of her. She looked up, and it was Gordo, with all of his suitcases and everything. He smiled and walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Gordo! I didn't expect you so soon!" she said as she stood up and hugged him.
"Yeah, well, I missed you so much that I ran out of the plane and got my stuff as quick as possible just to see you," he said, and he kissed her again, this time on the lips. "Oh, Lizzie, I missed you so much! I couldn't wait to see you! How are you? What do you need to tell me? Oh! I have so much to tell you," he said as they walked to Lizzie's car with his luggage.
"Well, tell me all about it!" Lizzie said.
"No, I insist that you tell me about yourself," Gordo said.
Lizzie shook her head nervously. "No, no, I really want to hear about Asia. What was it like?"
Gordo laughed, "Liz, we have already talked on the phone about me. I really want to hear about you. That is the whole reason I came back."
Just then, the phone rang. Lizzie picked it up. "Hello?" It was Miranda.
"Lizzie? Is Gordo with you?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah, Miranda, he is right here," Lizzie said.
"Have you told him the news?"
"Not yet!" Lizzie said.
"When are you going to tell him?" Miranda hissed.
"I don't know, but please, I know what I am doing. Okay?"
"Okay," Miranda said disapprovingly. "Can I speak to him?"
"Why?" Lizzie asked, suspiciously.
"I am not going to tell him anything. I don't want him to have it spoiled. I just want to say 'hi.'" Miranda said.
"Fine," Lizzie said, reluctantly, as she handed Gordo the phone, "Miranda wants to say 'hello,'" Lizzie said.
"Hey, Miranda! How are you?" Gordo asked.
After a few short minutes of talking on the phone, Gordo hung up. Lizzie could not hear the conversation between Miranda and Gordo. Gordo handed the phone back to Lizzie.
"What did Miranda have to say?" Lizzie asked. They were still in the airport in the parking lot. Lizzie pulled out.
"A lot," Gordo said.
What do you mean?" Lizzie asked, nervously.
"Well, when I say a lot, I mean she said considerably more than you," Gordo said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, calming down.
"She said you had something to tell me," Gordo said.
"What?!" Lizzie said and she looked away from the road and at him. This caused her to almost hit another car, but she saved herself just in time.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, starting to look concerned.
"I am fine," Lizzie said.
"I mean, should I be concerned?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said as she laughed lightly. "I am fine, I promise."
"Okay," Gordo said. "So, what is this news that you have to tell me?" he said excitedly.
"The news? Oh, can I tell you later? I mean, I would rather tell you when I am not driving," Lizzie said.
"Okay," Gordo said, understandlingly.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Lizzie's apartment, where Gordo would be staying for the next few days.
They both walked in, and Gordo put his stuff down in Lizzie's room while Lizzie waited for him in the living room. He sat down next to her and put his arms around her, "So, what is this news you have to tell me?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie stood up, "Would you like some coffee?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen and made herself some coffee.
"Lizzie! I came all the way back here to talk to you, and we haven't talked too much," Gordo said as he followed her into the kitchen. He hugged her from behind and started kissing her neck as she made the coffee, "So, what is it you want to tell me?"
"Gordo," Lizzie said sternly, "Please go sit down and I will tell you once the coffee is ready."
Gordo was taken aback by Lizzie's tone. He left her alone in the kitchen as she cried silently to herself. How was she going to tell Gordo that she was pregnant? This was really had for her. She was so worried about what he would think and whether it would ruin his career. This baby that she wanted so badly, but couldn't bring herself to tell the father of the child, her only lover, that he was going to be a dad.
Not wanting Gordo to know she had been crying, she waited a few minutes before she came in with the coffee. She still didn't know what she was going to say to Gordo.
She handed Gordo a cup of coffee, and sat down next to him with her hot tea. "Are you sure you are okay?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie forced herself to smile. "I am doing fine. I guess I am just a little. . .overwhelmed with. . .stuff," Lizzie told Gordo.
Gordo kissed Lizzie's forehead. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, I am fine. This is something I can only help myself," Lizzie said.
"Okay," Gordo said as he rubbed her leg lovingly.
After a few minutes of sitting there and doing nothing, Lizzie suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Morning sickness. She excused herself and ran to the bathroom, and barely made it to the toilet. After she was finished throwing up, she sat on the floor with her head over the toilet. Even after she flushed the toilet, she sat there.
She heard Gordo knock on the door and asked if he could come in. When Lizzie didn't answer, he let himself in. There, sat a pale-faced Lizzie staring at the toilet. "Should I call the doctor?" Gordo said as he sat beside her.
"No," Lizzie said as she stood up and went to the sink to wash her face, and clean her mouth, "I will be fine. I guess I just had a bad lunch or something."
Gordo didn't believe her, but wasn't going to say anything because he didn't know what else it could be. Lizzie walked to her bed and lay down there. Gordo sat beside her and moved her hair out of her face. "Too bad you have to be sick while I am here," Gordo said.
"I know," Lizzie said, "and Gordo?" Lizzie said, still somewhat out of the loop.
"Yeah?"
"About that news Miranda wants me to tell you?"
"Yeah?"
"I should have told you sooner, but I didn't know how to tell you."
"What?"
"That. . ." Lizzie started, but was too weak and tired to remember, "I am sick," she said.
"Do you think it is contagious?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said, but before Gordo could ask anything else, Lizzie fell asleep. Gordo decided to let her sleep.
A Week Later
Two Days Before Thanksgiving
"Miranda, I am about to pick Gordo up from the airport. Do you want to come with me?" Lizzie asked.
"Nah, I mean, you need to talk to him alone," Miranda said.
"Well, here is the thing, Miranda," Lizzie started.
"Oh, no, Liz, you are telling Gordo that you are pregnant, and I don't want to hear any more objections about it," Miranda said as she practically shoved Lizzie out of her apartment.
"No, Miranda, I don't even know what I am going to do with the baby yet."
"Lizzie, you have told me over and over that you are going to keep this baby, why the sudden change?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't want Gordo to miss this opportunity and we aren't even married, Miranda."
"So? This was unplanned. But you know Gordo loves you and you love him back. You were planning on getting married at some point, weren't you?"
"That's the thing. I don't want to pressure Gordo to do anything he isn't ready for, like marriage, or children," Lizzie said.
"Um, Liz? You don't even know how Gordo feels about this. He might be thrilled."
"But then he won't return to complete his work in Asia," Lizzie said.
"Well, he can finish his education here. He won't mind. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but everything will work out and everything will be okay. You just have to wait," Miranda said. "Now, come on! You are going to keep Gordo waiting!"
"Fine," Lizzie said as she walked to her car. "Bye, Miranda!"
"Bye! Call me when you have him!" Miranda said as she got into her own car.
Lizzie sighed as she started her car. This was it, she thought. She was going to see Gordo for the first time in over a month and a week. She pulled out of her parking space, and headed to the airport.
She got to the airport early and waited on a bench outside the customs area. On the screen, it said the flight was running about an hour behind schedule. Great, she thought, this would give her more time to think about how to tell Gordo her news.
She started practicing. "Uh, Gordo," Lizzie practiced, "I have some good news, honey, I am pregnant," Lizzie said. No, what if he didn't think this was good news? "David Gordon, I am having a baby and it is yours," Lizzie said. No, that gave reason to doubt that the baby was his, and it didn't sound romantic. Lizzie rubbed her temples and signed as she put her head down for a few minutes. She gave out one more sigh as she looked up, ready to rehearse again. "Gordo," she said and she smiled, "I have something I need to tell you."
"Really?" she heard someone say in front of her. She looked up, and it was Gordo, with all of his suitcases and everything. He smiled and walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Gordo! I didn't expect you so soon!" she said as she stood up and hugged him.
"Yeah, well, I missed you so much that I ran out of the plane and got my stuff as quick as possible just to see you," he said, and he kissed her again, this time on the lips. "Oh, Lizzie, I missed you so much! I couldn't wait to see you! How are you? What do you need to tell me? Oh! I have so much to tell you," he said as they walked to Lizzie's car with his luggage.
"Well, tell me all about it!" Lizzie said.
"No, I insist that you tell me about yourself," Gordo said.
Lizzie shook her head nervously. "No, no, I really want to hear about Asia. What was it like?"
Gordo laughed, "Liz, we have already talked on the phone about me. I really want to hear about you. That is the whole reason I came back."
Just then, the phone rang. Lizzie picked it up. "Hello?" It was Miranda.
"Lizzie? Is Gordo with you?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah, Miranda, he is right here," Lizzie said.
"Have you told him the news?"
"Not yet!" Lizzie said.
"When are you going to tell him?" Miranda hissed.
"I don't know, but please, I know what I am doing. Okay?"
"Okay," Miranda said disapprovingly. "Can I speak to him?"
"Why?" Lizzie asked, suspiciously.
"I am not going to tell him anything. I don't want him to have it spoiled. I just want to say 'hi.'" Miranda said.
"Fine," Lizzie said, reluctantly, as she handed Gordo the phone, "Miranda wants to say 'hello,'" Lizzie said.
"Hey, Miranda! How are you?" Gordo asked.
After a few short minutes of talking on the phone, Gordo hung up. Lizzie could not hear the conversation between Miranda and Gordo. Gordo handed the phone back to Lizzie.
"What did Miranda have to say?" Lizzie asked. They were still in the airport in the parking lot. Lizzie pulled out.
"A lot," Gordo said.
What do you mean?" Lizzie asked, nervously.
"Well, when I say a lot, I mean she said considerably more than you," Gordo said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, calming down.
"She said you had something to tell me," Gordo said.
"What?!" Lizzie said and she looked away from the road and at him. This caused her to almost hit another car, but she saved herself just in time.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked, starting to look concerned.
"I am fine," Lizzie said.
"I mean, should I be concerned?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said as she laughed lightly. "I am fine, I promise."
"Okay," Gordo said. "So, what is this news that you have to tell me?" he said excitedly.
"The news? Oh, can I tell you later? I mean, I would rather tell you when I am not driving," Lizzie said.
"Okay," Gordo said, understandlingly.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Lizzie's apartment, where Gordo would be staying for the next few days.
They both walked in, and Gordo put his stuff down in Lizzie's room while Lizzie waited for him in the living room. He sat down next to her and put his arms around her, "So, what is this news you have to tell me?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie stood up, "Would you like some coffee?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen and made herself some coffee.
"Lizzie! I came all the way back here to talk to you, and we haven't talked too much," Gordo said as he followed her into the kitchen. He hugged her from behind and started kissing her neck as she made the coffee, "So, what is it you want to tell me?"
"Gordo," Lizzie said sternly, "Please go sit down and I will tell you once the coffee is ready."
Gordo was taken aback by Lizzie's tone. He left her alone in the kitchen as she cried silently to herself. How was she going to tell Gordo that she was pregnant? This was really had for her. She was so worried about what he would think and whether it would ruin his career. This baby that she wanted so badly, but couldn't bring herself to tell the father of the child, her only lover, that he was going to be a dad.
Not wanting Gordo to know she had been crying, she waited a few minutes before she came in with the coffee. She still didn't know what she was going to say to Gordo.
She handed Gordo a cup of coffee, and sat down next to him with her hot tea. "Are you sure you are okay?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie forced herself to smile. "I am doing fine. I guess I am just a little. . .overwhelmed with. . .stuff," Lizzie told Gordo.
Gordo kissed Lizzie's forehead. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No, I am fine. This is something I can only help myself," Lizzie said.
"Okay," Gordo said as he rubbed her leg lovingly.
After a few minutes of sitting there and doing nothing, Lizzie suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Morning sickness. She excused herself and ran to the bathroom, and barely made it to the toilet. After she was finished throwing up, she sat on the floor with her head over the toilet. Even after she flushed the toilet, she sat there.
She heard Gordo knock on the door and asked if he could come in. When Lizzie didn't answer, he let himself in. There, sat a pale-faced Lizzie staring at the toilet. "Should I call the doctor?" Gordo said as he sat beside her.
"No," Lizzie said as she stood up and went to the sink to wash her face, and clean her mouth, "I will be fine. I guess I just had a bad lunch or something."
Gordo didn't believe her, but wasn't going to say anything because he didn't know what else it could be. Lizzie walked to her bed and lay down there. Gordo sat beside her and moved her hair out of her face. "Too bad you have to be sick while I am here," Gordo said.
"I know," Lizzie said, "and Gordo?" Lizzie said, still somewhat out of the loop.
"Yeah?"
"About that news Miranda wants me to tell you?"
"Yeah?"
"I should have told you sooner, but I didn't know how to tell you."
"What?"
"That. . ." Lizzie started, but was too weak and tired to remember, "I am sick," she said.
"Do you think it is contagious?" Gordo asked.
"No," Lizzie said, but before Gordo could ask anything else, Lizzie fell asleep. Gordo decided to let her sleep.