This story is going to be about as long as the other two were. If anyone has any suggestions or ideas for this story, let me know. Keep in mind, this story is covering the pregnancy and right after the birth. I may not use them but you never know what may inspire an idea for another chapter or story.
the gifted one – Glad to see you're still around. I really like your story and have been dying for an update, especially after where you left off, lol. I hear ya about the computer, mine gets cranky too. To answer your question; I like Lalaine but I'd have to say I'm more of fan of the character (2nd favorite behind Gordo) and the show. With that said, I did like You Wish, both the movie and song, and think she is a pretty good actress.
A/N – "Thoughts"
Chapter 3 – Daddy
Gordo rolled over for what seemed like the twentieth time and tried to fall asleep. But he couldn't, his mind just wouldn't stop working. It had been almost three months since they found out they were going to have a baby. At first he was ecstatic about it, he was going to be a dad. But as time went on and the more he thought about it, the more the idea of a baby scared him.
It wasn't necessarily having a baby, but more so the idea that he was going to be a dad that was really starting to sink in. He was going to be responsible for someone else's life.
Glancing at his nightstand, "3:25 am." He groaned when he found out it was still early morning. Not being able to sleep, Gordo carefully got out of bed so he wouldn't wake Miranda. "No sense in us both being up."
Pausing for a moment, he stood on the floor by his side of the bed and watched his wife sleep. Whenever he couldn't sleep, Gordo would often just roll over and watch her. At the moment she was asleep on her back, one arm by her side and her other lying across her chest. Gordo smiled a little as he looked at Miranda's stomach. "I still can't get over the fact there's a little human being growing inside her."
Reaching out and grabbing the blankets, he pulled them around her. As he did, he gently brushed her stomach. Lizzie, Kate, and obviously Amy had big stomachs during their pregnancies but at three months, Miranda had just started to really show. For some reason, that Gordo couldn't and really didn't want to understand, it secretly brought Miranda a little joy. "There are some things men just shouldn't know," he joked to himself.
Walking out of their bedroom, he quietly walked down the hall. The upstairs was shaped like a U. At one end was their bedroom, beginning the arch was an empty room they hadn't figure out what to do with, then a guestroom that would eventually be their second child's room if and when the time came, a bathroom, and finally at the other end was the baby's bedroom.
Standing in the doorway, he slowly looked around and laughed to himself. The only things in it at the moment were a crib, changing table and a dresser. He laughed softly as he remembered how Miranda had made him rearrange everything like twenty times. "My back is still sore from hauling that stupid dresser back and forth. Something tells me that isn't the last time I moved that damn thing."
As he stood looking around, the same worried feeling came back to him. "Am I ready to be a father? Will we even get along? Hell, what if it's a girl?" Shaking his head, Gordo tried his best to get his brain to shut up. "Come on David. You just gotta take it a day at a time. And so what if it's a girl, you'll love it just the same."
Walking downstairs, he passed through the living room and into his office. Sitting at his desk, he rested his chin in his palms and looked at the stuff on his desk. There was his laptop in the center of the desk, some random papers, a few letters, and some other odds and ends scattered around. Eventually his gaze fell on a picture, it was of him and his parents when he had graduated from college. Picking it up, he looked at him and his father. Leaning back in his chair, he stared at the picture.
They love each other of course and he took an avid interest in what Gordo did, like his movies, but they never really connected and it often frustrated both of them that they couldn't. They were intellectual equals and that's how they communicated, through big words. But when it came to emotions, they just couldn't connect. That was part of the reason why he kept his emotions buried inside and had a hard time expressing them. Sometimes it was a blessing to keep himself in check and not have anyone be able to read his emotions but other times, it felt like a curse.
That was what really scared him the most. He was often jealous of how Sam and Matt would relate to each other. While it was a bit different, he'd even settle for Lizzie and Sam or Miranda or Gaby and Edward.
Letting out a tired sigh, he put the picture back down and stood up. Walking over to his large picture window, he drew the blinds a little and looked up at the night sky. It was pretty clear out and he could see most of the stars, along with the quarter moon.
He desperately wanted to be able to connect with his child; Gordo wanted to have the emotional relationship with his son or daughter that he didn't have with his father. Raking a hand through his hair, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
He wasn't sure how long he had been standing there but he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist and someone kissed the back of his neck. "You ok?" Miranda's tired voice whispered softly into his ear.
"Couldn't sleep," he said turning around and wrapping his arms around her. He could tell she was very tired but there was also a look of concern on her face as she looked at him.
Miranda looked deep into his eyes and frowned. "What's wrong David?" she asked as she pressed her forehead against his.
Gordo flinched a little when she used his real name; he knew Miranda wasn't going to letup until she knew what was bothering him. "I'm just a little worried about the baby," he said in an almost stage whisper.
Miranda titled her head back a little and continued to look into his eyes. "What about the baby?"
"I'm scared," Gordo said after being quiet for a few moments. He didn't want to admit it because he didn't want to be scared and he wasn't sure how Miranda would react if she knew how he felt. He mentally prepped himself for however Miranda would react.
Miranda stayed quiet for a few minutes but her gaze didn't wonder. "Scared?" she asked softly, keeping her voice steady.
He was a little surprised at how calm she was being. "Me and my dad love each other but there has always been a part of the relationship missing. I don't want to have the same relationship with my kid," he said telling her the truth.
"You won't," Miranda told him assuring.
"How do," he started to ask but Miranda interrupted him.
"Cause you're not the same man as your father. You're a lot a like, sure, but there are differences between the two of you. I know this cause one of the biggest differences is you've grown up with two female best friends," she then smirked, "Who I believe you've said have raging emotions." They both laughed a little and then Miranda continued, "You've also learned a lot from your other dads."
"Other dads?" Gordo asked confused.
Miranda just smiled and explained, "You're like the son my dad never had and Mr. McGuire thinks of you like a surrogate second son. You've absorbed a lot from all three men. You'll make mistakes, it's a given, you're only human but I'll be there as usual to clean them up."
Gordo smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?" Miranda nodded and rested her head on his shoulder as she let out a huge yawn. "Did I wake you?" he asked softly.
"Kinda. I missed you," she said in a bit of a whine. "I rolled over and nobody was there."
Gordo smiled as he could feel Miranda drifting back to sleep in his arms. "Come on. Let's go back to bed."
As they walked back to their bedroom, Miranda took his hand and looked over at him. "You feelin better?"
"A little," he told her as he gave her hand a gently squeeze. "I'm still a little nervous but not as much. Thanks."
Lying down in their bed side by side, Miranda rolled over and gave Gordo a kiss. "Night daddy," she said with a smile.
As Miranda snuggled into Gordo, "Night mommy," he whispered to her as they fell back asleep.