Well, here I am again! First off, thanks so much to all the wonderful
people who were kind enough to review. I feel like I'm letting this story
write itself, so it's really great to know people like it!
So, here you go! Please, read and review and tell me if you like!
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Tori giggled insanely as Gordo easily picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Did you like the movie?" he asked.
"Yep!" she laughed, squirming in his firm grasp.
Lizzie smiled as she watched the scene. Her daughter was adorable and watching her with Gordo was delightful. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't supposed to be thinking like this. She opened her eyes then blinked profusely.
"Lizzie," Danny's deep voice chuckled, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
"Danny, hi," she replied meekly, glancing over her shoulder for Tori, who was playing safely with Gordo.
"Are you seeing a movie?"
"Actually, I just saw one with my daughter," she nodded.
Danny looked surprised at the mention of a daughter then looked in the direction of Tori and Gordo. "Is that her with her father?"
Lizzie let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "That is my daughter, but not her father."
Danny nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "So- "
He was interrupted by the loud exclamation, "Mommy!"
Lizzie bent down and opened her arms wide. The little girl plowed into her and almost knocked her backwards. Regaining her balance, Lizzie looked up at Danny and smiled gently. "It was good to see you, but I'd better get going."
He nodded. "I'll call you," he called.
Lizzie nodded and waved then hurried to join Gordo.
"Who that?" Tori asked, her tiny voice trying hard to sound adult like. Lizzie smiled and leaned her head against Tori's.
"Mommy's friend from work."
"Does he like to play?" Tori asked sweetly.
Lizzie grinned as she kissed the side of Tori's head. "We all like to play don't we?"
"Hey, Tori," Gordo called as he suddenly appeared. In hand he was holding small bowl of ice cream
"For me?" she excitedly asked, thrusting her hands out.
Lizzie set her down as she dug happily into the sweet treat. "Where's mine?" she teased.
Gordo tilted his head and smiled at her. "You want one too?"
She smirked and shook her head. "I'll be all right, but you'll be the one running laps with her around the house after she wakes up from this sugar coma you're determined to put her in."
"Nothing wrong with a little sugar," he replied. "It will do her good."
"Easy for you to say," Lizzie laughed, taking Tori's hand as they lead her to the car.
"Don't want to ride in the car seat," she declared suddenly.
Lizzie sighed as she picked her up. "Okay then we'll make Gordo sit in it."
Gordo shot her a look, then shrugged and climbed into the back seat. He tried to scrunch his body into several weird angles until appeared to have found a spot. "Okay, Tori, you're driving."
The little girl's bright blue eyes lit up and Lizzie laughed. "Not quiet. You better get him out of your seat before he decides he really likes it!"
Tori didn't need much more encouragement and soon chased Gordo out of her seat. After everyone was settled into their seats, Lizzie backed her car out of the parking lot, then started home.
"Thank you for the movie," she smiled at Gordo.
He returned the grin. "I thought Tori would like it, and you seemed like you needed a break."
Lizzie nodded. She had needed the temporary reality break. Though, it hadn't helped to sort out her emotions. Every minute she spent with Gordo she felt herself falling deeper. 'Falling deeper for what?' she demanded of her self suddenly. Falling deeper for his charm? For his incredible good looks? For the magic connection he seemed to have with her daughter? For what she'd thought she'd buried so many years ago when he left?
"Something wrong?" he asked softly, looking over his shoulder at the sleeping figure of Tori. He gently took the bowl melted ice cream from her hands, then looked up at Lizzie.
"Nothing's wrong," she stated truthfully. Everything seemed to incredibly right. She pulled the car to a stop at a red light and slowly closed her eyes. "What position are you going to be working in on Monday?"
Gordo let out a soft chuckled and glanced out his window. "Wardrobe assistant."
Lizzie smirked as she looked over his clothes then at his hair. "You know, you should let me cut it." She continued driving towards the house.
"Cut what?" he demanded quickly, his hand flying to his head.
"Yeah, your hair," she answered.
"Why? My hair is fine."
"Gordo, you couldn't get a brush through it if you tried," she stated.
"How would you know? You haven't tried," he retorted.
"If you're going to be a wardrobe assistant, you have to look that part. And you, my friend, do not look the part," she explained. "Come on, Gordo, don't you trust me?"
"Not with scissors in your hand," he exclaimed.
Lizzie shot him a look as she pulled the car into its parking space in front of the house. "I could cut off a handful and no one would notice!"
"You're not touching my hair," he stated, getting out of the car, then ducking inside and getting Tori out.
Lizzie shrugged. "I just thought something more professional for your job."
With a resigned sigh, he carried Tori into the living room then looked up at Lizzie. "Make it quick and painless."
Tori giggled insanely as Gordo easily picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "Did you like the movie?" he asked.
"Yep!" she laughed, squirming in his firm grasp.
Lizzie smiled as she watched the scene. Her daughter was adorable and watching her with Gordo was delightful. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't supposed to be thinking like this. She opened her eyes then blinked profusely.
"Lizzie," Danny's deep voice chuckled, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
"Danny, hi," she replied meekly, glancing over her shoulder for Tori, who was playing safely with Gordo.
"Are you seeing a movie?"
"Actually, I just saw one with my daughter," she nodded.
Danny looked surprised at the mention of a daughter then looked in the direction of Tori and Gordo. "Is that her with her father?"
Lizzie let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "That is my daughter, but not her father."
Danny nodded and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "So- "
He was interrupted by the loud exclamation, "Mommy!"
Lizzie bent down and opened her arms wide. The little girl plowed into her and almost knocked her backwards. Regaining her balance, Lizzie looked up at Danny and smiled gently. "It was good to see you, but I'd better get going."
He nodded. "I'll call you," he called.
Lizzie nodded and waved then hurried to join Gordo.
"Who that?" Tori asked, her tiny voice trying hard to sound adult like. Lizzie smiled and leaned her head against Tori's.
"Mommy's friend from work."
"Does he like to play?" Tori asked sweetly.
Lizzie grinned as she kissed the side of Tori's head. "We all like to play don't we?"
"Hey, Tori," Gordo called as he suddenly appeared. In hand he was holding small bowl of ice cream
"For me?" she excitedly asked, thrusting her hands out.
Lizzie set her down as she dug happily into the sweet treat. "Where's mine?" she teased.
Gordo tilted his head and smiled at her. "You want one too?"
She smirked and shook her head. "I'll be all right, but you'll be the one running laps with her around the house after she wakes up from this sugar coma you're determined to put her in."
"Nothing wrong with a little sugar," he replied. "It will do her good."
"Easy for you to say," Lizzie laughed, taking Tori's hand as they lead her to the car.
"Don't want to ride in the car seat," she declared suddenly.
Lizzie sighed as she picked her up. "Okay then we'll make Gordo sit in it."
Gordo shot her a look, then shrugged and climbed into the back seat. He tried to scrunch his body into several weird angles until appeared to have found a spot. "Okay, Tori, you're driving."
The little girl's bright blue eyes lit up and Lizzie laughed. "Not quiet. You better get him out of your seat before he decides he really likes it!"
Tori didn't need much more encouragement and soon chased Gordo out of her seat. After everyone was settled into their seats, Lizzie backed her car out of the parking lot, then started home.
"Thank you for the movie," she smiled at Gordo.
He returned the grin. "I thought Tori would like it, and you seemed like you needed a break."
Lizzie nodded. She had needed the temporary reality break. Though, it hadn't helped to sort out her emotions. Every minute she spent with Gordo she felt herself falling deeper. 'Falling deeper for what?' she demanded of her self suddenly. Falling deeper for his charm? For his incredible good looks? For the magic connection he seemed to have with her daughter? For what she'd thought she'd buried so many years ago when he left?
"Something wrong?" he asked softly, looking over his shoulder at the sleeping figure of Tori. He gently took the bowl melted ice cream from her hands, then looked up at Lizzie.
"Nothing's wrong," she stated truthfully. Everything seemed to incredibly right. She pulled the car to a stop at a red light and slowly closed her eyes. "What position are you going to be working in on Monday?"
Gordo let out a soft chuckled and glanced out his window. "Wardrobe assistant."
Lizzie smirked as she looked over his clothes then at his hair. "You know, you should let me cut it." She continued driving towards the house.
"Cut what?" he demanded quickly, his hand flying to his head.
"Yeah, your hair," she answered.
"Why? My hair is fine."
"Gordo, you couldn't get a brush through it if you tried," she stated.
"How would you know? You haven't tried," he retorted.
"If you're going to be a wardrobe assistant, you have to look that part. And you, my friend, do not look the part," she explained. "Come on, Gordo, don't you trust me?"
"Not with scissors in your hand," he exclaimed.
Lizzie shot him a look as she pulled the car into its parking space in front of the house. "I could cut off a handful and no one would notice!"
"You're not touching my hair," he stated, getting out of the car, then ducking inside and getting Tori out.
Lizzie shrugged. "I just thought something more professional for your job."
With a resigned sigh, he carried Tori into the living room then looked up at Lizzie. "Make it quick and painless."