Disclaimer: I don't own "Lizzie McGuire" or any of the characters affiliated with it.

AN: Hey everyone! Miss Emmy here again! I've decided to start the sequel to "Everything Has Changed." I'm sorry if the title sucks, I just couldn't think of one! If you're new to this story, I recommend reading "Everything Has Changed" first, so you don't get totally confused! Ok, anyways, I'll cut to the story now!

Everything Has Changed…for the better!

Chapter 1

Lizzie's POV

Even before I opened my eyes, I knew it was going to be a wonderful day. I cracked my eye open and became aware of the strong arms enclosing me. I rolled over and smiled at how my fiancée looked with the rays of sunlight shining down on his face. His curly black hair stuck up and I laughed silently to myself. I traced the face I knew so well gently with my finger and leaned over to kiss him. He stirred and kissed me back.

"Morning sweetie," I murmured.

"Morning Lizzie," he answered, rubbing his eyes. "I always love waking up next to you." He hugged me tighter.

"You've said that almost everyday since we've moved into this apartment together," I said with a smile.

"Well, it's true," he replied, and yawned. "Why are you up so early anyway?"

"I'm excited! Aren't you?" I said, propping myself up on an elbow. He pretended to be thinking about it seriously.

"Hmm, let's see…am I excited about marrying the woman I've loved pretty much since forever, in, what, a week?" he teased.

"Gordo!" I exclaimed, and slapped him playfully.

He kissed me again, but we were interrupted by a baby's cry.

We separated and looked at each other.

"I knew it was too good to be true when she didn't wake up before…" Gordo paused and glanced at the clock, "six AM," he grumbled.

"I'll go get her," I said, rolling off the bed. I went to pick up my six-month old baby. She was sitting up in her crib, grinning.

"Ma-ma-ba! Ga-ga-goo-moo-ba," she spoke, smiling at me. It always made me so happy when she made the "ma" sound.

"Good morning, Abby," I greeted her, picking her up. "Uh, oh, looks like Abby's diaper needs some changing!" I said, making a funny face. She giggled and cooed. It still amazed me that Gordo and I had managed to raise this baby that came out of a part of us, us two combined.

I changed Abby's diaper and dressed her. Then I fed her. As I patted Abby on the back and burped her, Gordo came in with his pajamas.

"How does this look?" he said, holding up a suit.

"For the "premiere" of your movie?"

"Premiere, showing, whatever," Gordo said, but I knew he was happy. His film was chosen to be shown at a local film festival today.

"Umm, ok, I think it may be too formal. Think, beautiful, crisp, New York autumn," I advised.

"Oh, I give up!" Gordo said, throwing up his hands and looking at me sheepishly. "Pleeease???" he said, giving me his wounded puppy-dog eyes.

I laughed. "How can I resist those eyes? Play with Abby for a minute, I'll go choose."

I returned with a turtleneck and khakis.

"Ok, this is not too dressy, yet gives an artsy, film director, sophisticated look," I told him. "Pair this with a nice jacket, and you're done!"

"I knew there was a bonus in having a fashion design major for a fiancée!" Gordo laughed. I joined in, which made Abby giggle too, and clap her hands.

"Ok, so I'm meeting with Frannie in an hour, and we're just going to go through all the wedding preparations once again. Then we'll head for your "premiere,"" I told him as I changed.

"Ok. And when does Miranda get here?" Gordo continued, still holding Abby.

"The flight arrives at 5:00. I can't believe she's actually moving here!" I squealed excitedly.

"I know, me neither!" Gordo agreed. "You know how crowded this apartment is going to be in a few days? I mean, I get how Miranda is staying here with us for a while, but do our parents have to insist on staying here for the wedding?"

"They just want to play with their granddaughter," I grinned. "But I bet once they realize that they have to sleep on the floor, they will be on their way to the hotel!"

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I waited restlessly for the people plane to enter. Gordo and I were sitting in the uncomfortable airport chairs. He was playing peek-a-boo with Abby.

People began to swarm in from the door. I finally saw my best friend.

"Aaaaaaaah!!!!!" she shrieked. A few people looked at her.

"'Randa!!!!" I screamed. She pushed her way to us and we attacked each other.

"Oh my gosh!" I squealed, hugging her hard. We almost fell down from the impact of our collision.

Gordo pretended to be deafened from our screams. I gave him a look.

"Gordo!" Miranda said, pulling apart from our long hug. He gave her a one-armed hug, the other arm still busy with the squirming Abby.

"Ohhh, this must be little Abigail!" Miranda said tickling her. "Aren't you just the cutest little baby ever!" Abby giggled.

I was glad that I finally got to see my best friend (besides Gordo, of course) after months of only phone calls and emails.

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Miranda's POV

The four of us (Gordo, Lizzie, Abby, and me) walked over to the luggage rack, chatting.

"Oh, hey, I hope it's not too big of a problem for me to stay at your house. I mean, I swear, after you guys are hitched, I'll go stay at a hotel. I don't want to bug you," I said. But Lizzie would hear nothing of it.

"Miranda, if you think I am just going to let you live in a hotel until you find an apartment, you are sooo wrong!" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah," agreed Gordo. "Besides, who will watch Abigail on our honeymoon?"

"Thanks you guys," I said, hugging them both. "I hope you don't mind boxes piled up in your house," I laughed. "I only brought three suitcases. The rest is getting here the Sunday after your wedding. By the way, speaking of the wedding, when is everyone else coming?" I added, trying to sound indifferent.

"Well, our parents are coming Thursday- that's two days before the wedding. Umm, Kate and Ethan are coming Wednesday. And so is Larry."

"Oh, is Larry coming?" I said nonchalantly, hoping the worry didn't show in my voice. Too late, it was already wavering. Keep it cool, Sanchez, I scolded myself.

"Of course! How come? Do you not want him to come?" Lizzie said, looking at me.

"No!" I lied. "I…was just wondering!" I dreaded seeing him, but I think there was a tiny part of me that wanted to. I hadn't spoken to him since he left for Princeton. And I wasn't sure what I was going to say if I saw him. Nobody even knew about the fling we had a while ago. Plus, how could I tell him the secret I had been keeping to myself for the last six months?

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AN: What is Miranda's secret??? I bet a lot of you could guess it. So I hope you liked that. Oh, if ya'll have any suggestions for a title, I would really really love it! I'm definitely open to review, good or bad ones, just keep it rated G please! Constructive criticism always welcome! Thanks for reading, and please review!