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Leaning back against the freshly cleaned counter, Lizzie smiled at Miranda who was shoving some of the remaining bits of wrapping paper into a bag.
"Thank you! Bye, bye, bye, bye," Tori called as she ran inside the house, Gordo close behind.
Tori zipped past the adults and into the living room where Matt was undertaking the task of removing new toys from packages.
"Oh, me see!" Tori squeal echoed.
Lizzie laughed softly walking across the kitchen to the cake. She cut her off a slice of the moist chocolate treat and lifted the piece to her lips. Her teeth sank into the gooey goodness and Lizzie felt like sighing with pleasure. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, like a good piece of chocolate. Lizzie felt eyes on her and slowly opened hers to face Miranda. She smiled and swallowed the bite that was in her mouth.
"Nothing like enjoying your own cooking, huh?"
Lizzie smiled. "It's only my fourth piece," she laughed. She realized that her joke wasn't really a joke and that she really was on her fourth piece.
Miranda either hadn't been keeping count or decided to let it slide. She smiled with Lizzie as she reached for some cups that had been left out. "I think Tori had a great birthday party."
"I think she did too," Lizzie agreed, finishing off the cake. "And as soon as she sits herself down, she's going to fall asleep in no time."
Gordo strode into the room and popped open the top to a can of soda. "Great party, Lizzie."
"Thank you, Gordo, I'm glad to know I can entertain three year olds."
He smirked at her and tilted his curly head. "Well, I was pretty entertained too."
Miranda let out a loud moan and shoved him with her open hand. Gordo stumbled back pretending to be hurt. "Don't be such a pig, they were all mothers," she lectured.
Gordo looked up with hurt in his wide blue eyes. "I didn't mean them. I actually meant Lizzie. She was very entertaining socializing, hosting, running games, and serving food. I tried to help but she wouldn't let me and I honestly don't know how she's still on her feet."
"Part of the joys of being a single mother," Lizzie smiled, her hand reached out and she quickly sliced herself off another slice of cake. "You learn to do things and keep on going."
Gordo said nothing as his gaze met hers, he licked his lips slowly, as though he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to word it.
Lizzie sat on the couch, her right leg curled beneath her, while her left one was bent, leaning against the couch, her left arm resting against the back. Her ears listened to the constant patter of the rain outside, and she felt an incredible relief that the rain had waited until the party was over to start.
A flash of lightening lit up the sky and was followed by a low rumble of thunder. Lizzie smiled softly, though the storm raged, there was something in it that she loved.
She barely heard the soft footsteps enter the living room. She knew Miranda and Matt were upstairs in a spare bedroom, she'd not heard either of them leave the room or their footsteps on the stairs.
Tori had kept her mother's prediction and had fallen asleep while Matt opened the packages and she'd been taken to bed where she wouldn't wake until the morning.
That left one person.
Lizzie tucked her hair behind her ear as she turned her head and smiled at Gordo.
"Hey," he stated softly, lowering himself onto the couch.
Lizzie smiled wrapping her arm around her leg. "Hey. Thanks for all the help with the party. I couldn't have done it without you."
"You know, you don't have to do things that will exhaust you. Miranda, Matt, and me are more than willing to help you with whatever you need. Anything for you or Tori—"
"I know," Lizzie interrupted. "I don't like asking for help though."
Gordo knitted his eyebrows and turned more towards her. "Why?"
"Because, Tori is my responsibility, not everyone else's," Lizzie stated. "I can't depend on everyone else for everything."
His hand covered hers. "Lizzie, we all want to help. We're here to help you. You don't have to be so independent."
Words poured from her lips, words she'd never considered saying. "I don't want to expect someone to be there then they're not."
Gordo locked eyes with her. "I made a mistake once, but I've learned from that mistake. I'm not going anywhere."
Lizzie wanted to take the words back, she hadn't meant to aim them it him, it wasn't entirely his fault. Yes, he'd played a great part in it, but he also hadn't been responsible for making her a widow at such a young age. Lizzie turned her hand so their fingers could intertwine. Not only did she need to learn to trust him again for her own sake, but it wasn't only her she was thinking about any more.
She leaned forward. Gordo mimicked the move until their lips met in a moment of pent up passion that was slowly released as they wrapped their arms around each other. Lizzie moaned softly as his hand cradled her head, he moved closer. His hand skimmed her back.
Lizzie felt a fire within her burn, a fire that she had felt was expired. A smoldering desire to not let him go. And she honestly felt like she never would again.
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Leaning back against the freshly cleaned counter, Lizzie smiled at Miranda who was shoving some of the remaining bits of wrapping paper into a bag.
"Thank you! Bye, bye, bye, bye," Tori called as she ran inside the house, Gordo close behind.
Tori zipped past the adults and into the living room where Matt was undertaking the task of removing new toys from packages.
"Oh, me see!" Tori squeal echoed.
Lizzie laughed softly walking across the kitchen to the cake. She cut her off a slice of the moist chocolate treat and lifted the piece to her lips. Her teeth sank into the gooey goodness and Lizzie felt like sighing with pleasure. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, like a good piece of chocolate. Lizzie felt eyes on her and slowly opened hers to face Miranda. She smiled and swallowed the bite that was in her mouth.
"Nothing like enjoying your own cooking, huh?"
Lizzie smiled. "It's only my fourth piece," she laughed. She realized that her joke wasn't really a joke and that she really was on her fourth piece.
Miranda either hadn't been keeping count or decided to let it slide. She smiled with Lizzie as she reached for some cups that had been left out. "I think Tori had a great birthday party."
"I think she did too," Lizzie agreed, finishing off the cake. "And as soon as she sits herself down, she's going to fall asleep in no time."
Gordo strode into the room and popped open the top to a can of soda. "Great party, Lizzie."
"Thank you, Gordo, I'm glad to know I can entertain three year olds."
He smirked at her and tilted his curly head. "Well, I was pretty entertained too."
Miranda let out a loud moan and shoved him with her open hand. Gordo stumbled back pretending to be hurt. "Don't be such a pig, they were all mothers," she lectured.
Gordo looked up with hurt in his wide blue eyes. "I didn't mean them. I actually meant Lizzie. She was very entertaining socializing, hosting, running games, and serving food. I tried to help but she wouldn't let me and I honestly don't know how she's still on her feet."
"Part of the joys of being a single mother," Lizzie smiled, her hand reached out and she quickly sliced herself off another slice of cake. "You learn to do things and keep on going."
Gordo said nothing as his gaze met hers, he licked his lips slowly, as though he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to word it.
Lizzie sat on the couch, her right leg curled beneath her, while her left one was bent, leaning against the couch, her left arm resting against the back. Her ears listened to the constant patter of the rain outside, and she felt an incredible relief that the rain had waited until the party was over to start.
A flash of lightening lit up the sky and was followed by a low rumble of thunder. Lizzie smiled softly, though the storm raged, there was something in it that she loved.
She barely heard the soft footsteps enter the living room. She knew Miranda and Matt were upstairs in a spare bedroom, she'd not heard either of them leave the room or their footsteps on the stairs.
Tori had kept her mother's prediction and had fallen asleep while Matt opened the packages and she'd been taken to bed where she wouldn't wake until the morning.
That left one person.
Lizzie tucked her hair behind her ear as she turned her head and smiled at Gordo.
"Hey," he stated softly, lowering himself onto the couch.
Lizzie smiled wrapping her arm around her leg. "Hey. Thanks for all the help with the party. I couldn't have done it without you."
"You know, you don't have to do things that will exhaust you. Miranda, Matt, and me are more than willing to help you with whatever you need. Anything for you or Tori—"
"I know," Lizzie interrupted. "I don't like asking for help though."
Gordo knitted his eyebrows and turned more towards her. "Why?"
"Because, Tori is my responsibility, not everyone else's," Lizzie stated. "I can't depend on everyone else for everything."
His hand covered hers. "Lizzie, we all want to help. We're here to help you. You don't have to be so independent."
Words poured from her lips, words she'd never considered saying. "I don't want to expect someone to be there then they're not."
Gordo locked eyes with her. "I made a mistake once, but I've learned from that mistake. I'm not going anywhere."
Lizzie wanted to take the words back, she hadn't meant to aim them it him, it wasn't entirely his fault. Yes, he'd played a great part in it, but he also hadn't been responsible for making her a widow at such a young age. Lizzie turned her hand so their fingers could intertwine. Not only did she need to learn to trust him again for her own sake, but it wasn't only her she was thinking about any more.
She leaned forward. Gordo mimicked the move until their lips met in a moment of pent up passion that was slowly released as they wrapped their arms around each other. Lizzie moaned softly as his hand cradled her head, he moved closer. His hand skimmed her back.
Lizzie felt a fire within her burn, a fire that she had felt was expired. A smoldering desire to not let him go. And she honestly felt like she never would again.