Chapter Eighteen
A/N: I haven't been updating in the last couple of days because I had soo much homework. Here's the next chapter, sorry if it's short.
Man! My longest story! I have no idea how long this is going to be...but really long....
Chapter Eighteen
One week later...
Lizzie and Miranda were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. They had been talking through most of it, as usual. Whenever they hung out they always found themselves talking about everything. Well, almost everything.
"Lizzie?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you miss Gordo?"
"...Of course I do, Miranda, I mean, this is Gordo we're talking about..."
"Did you like him, Liz?" Miranda questioned.
"Of course I like him! He's my best friend, and the father of my daughter!"
"No, I mean like like."
"I-I-I..no..."
"Riiight, like I'm gonna believe that."
"Fine! You caught me! But it doesn't matter, anyways, for all I know he probably has a girlfriend," Lizzie snapped. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear.
"You could always call him..."
"It's been three years! I don't even have his number!"
"Mommy," a small voice whimpered from the doorway.
Lizzie looked up and saw Natalie standing there, in her pajamas, holding her favourite teddy bear.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Lizzie asked.
"I can't sleep," Natalie told her.
"Of course you can, babe, all you gotta do is try," Lizzie said.
"I have tried, Mommy, and nothing works."
"Alright, come here," Lizzie said, opening her arms, and Natalie rushed into them. Lizzie picked her up and set her daughter on her lap. She glanced at the digital clock beside the couch. The time was 10:48. The movie was supposed to end soon.
"I can't believe how much she looks like Gordo," Miranda pointed out.
"I know," Lizzie said, playing with Natalie's dark brown curls. Natalie felt this and shot her head up, to see what was touching her. Her blue eyes met her mother's hazel ones, and she smiled. Lizzie smiled back down at her, and kissed Natalie's forehead.
"If I had to picture Gordo as a girl, I would see Natalie," Miranda said with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah," Lizzie laughed softly, as she grabbed a blanket that was sitting beside her. She spread it out on top of Natalie, who was sound asleep.
"We better be quiet now," Miranda nearly whispered.
"Uh, huh, I'm gonna bring her up soon," Lizzie told her.
"How long does it take for your parents to go out for dinner?"
"It's their anniversary, Miranda, they're probably somewhere getting it on."
"EW! Lizzie! You're sick," Miranda whispered.
"I was just joking!" Lizzie said as if it were obvious.
"You know what, Lizzie, I think you baby Natalie a bit too much," Miranda said, changing the subject.
"I know, but she's my only daughter, she's my lil baby," Lizzie said. She looked at the clock again, then stood up slowly and whispered, "I'm gonna go put her back to bed now. I'll be a minute."
"'Kay."
Lizzie carried Natalie upstairs to her bedroom. Natalie's room was the old guestroom, and it was filled with toys, and Lizzie nearly tripped when she entered the room. She brought Natalie over to her bed, then set her down and covered her with a couple of blankets. Then she put another stuffed animal beside her, along with her favourite bear. Then she silently crept out of the room. Just before she closed the door, she looked back and whispered, "'Night, Nat. I love you."
A few minutes later, she and Miranda got around to talking again. They had turned the movie off so they wouldn't disturb Natalie.
"Lizzie, what would happen to Natalie if something ever happened to you?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie hesitated. "Well, I guess I'd give her to Gordo. I mean, she's his child, too."
"But he's in Massachussets," Miranda reminded her.
"Then we'd just have to call him," Lizzie replied.
"Wouldn't your mom just get her?"
"But my mom is my mom, and Gordo is Nat's dad," Lizzie explained, "There's a big difference. Not to be rude to my mom or anything."
"I know what you mean," Miranda said. "You know what's kind of weird?"
"What?"
"How when Natalie's ten, you're gonna be twenty-five," Miranda told her, "And when you're thirty-four, Natalie's gonna be nineteen."
"That does sound a little strange," Lizzie said, "I'm going to be the youngest mother in her class."
Miranda laughed. "Not if you lie about your age."
"Yeah, really. Hey, I'm Lizzie McGuire, I'm 47. Or 50. Wait, screw that, I'm 58."
Miranda laughed again. "Shut up."
"You shut up. You're the one who brought it up."
"Whatever," Miranda said. She looked at the clock. "I think I better be going home now."
"Yeah," Lizzie said. The two friends stood up and walked to the door.
"G'night." Miranda gave a little wave and stepped outside.
"'Night."
Lizzie closed the door, and then decided to turn in. She walked upstairs, took one last check-up on Natalie, then went to bed.
A/N: I haven't been updating in the last couple of days because I had soo much homework. Here's the next chapter, sorry if it's short.
Man! My longest story! I have no idea how long this is going to be...but really long....
Chapter Eighteen
One week later...
Lizzie and Miranda were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. They had been talking through most of it, as usual. Whenever they hung out they always found themselves talking about everything. Well, almost everything.
"Lizzie?" Miranda asked.
"Yeah?"
"Do you miss Gordo?"
"...Of course I do, Miranda, I mean, this is Gordo we're talking about..."
"Did you like him, Liz?" Miranda questioned.
"Of course I like him! He's my best friend, and the father of my daughter!"
"No, I mean like like."
"I-I-I..no..."
"Riiight, like I'm gonna believe that."
"Fine! You caught me! But it doesn't matter, anyways, for all I know he probably has a girlfriend," Lizzie snapped. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear.
"You could always call him..."
"It's been three years! I don't even have his number!"
"Mommy," a small voice whimpered from the doorway.
Lizzie looked up and saw Natalie standing there, in her pajamas, holding her favourite teddy bear.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Lizzie asked.
"I can't sleep," Natalie told her.
"Of course you can, babe, all you gotta do is try," Lizzie said.
"I have tried, Mommy, and nothing works."
"Alright, come here," Lizzie said, opening her arms, and Natalie rushed into them. Lizzie picked her up and set her daughter on her lap. She glanced at the digital clock beside the couch. The time was 10:48. The movie was supposed to end soon.
"I can't believe how much she looks like Gordo," Miranda pointed out.
"I know," Lizzie said, playing with Natalie's dark brown curls. Natalie felt this and shot her head up, to see what was touching her. Her blue eyes met her mother's hazel ones, and she smiled. Lizzie smiled back down at her, and kissed Natalie's forehead.
"If I had to picture Gordo as a girl, I would see Natalie," Miranda said with a slight chuckle.
"Yeah," Lizzie laughed softly, as she grabbed a blanket that was sitting beside her. She spread it out on top of Natalie, who was sound asleep.
"We better be quiet now," Miranda nearly whispered.
"Uh, huh, I'm gonna bring her up soon," Lizzie told her.
"How long does it take for your parents to go out for dinner?"
"It's their anniversary, Miranda, they're probably somewhere getting it on."
"EW! Lizzie! You're sick," Miranda whispered.
"I was just joking!" Lizzie said as if it were obvious.
"You know what, Lizzie, I think you baby Natalie a bit too much," Miranda said, changing the subject.
"I know, but she's my only daughter, she's my lil baby," Lizzie said. She looked at the clock again, then stood up slowly and whispered, "I'm gonna go put her back to bed now. I'll be a minute."
"'Kay."
Lizzie carried Natalie upstairs to her bedroom. Natalie's room was the old guestroom, and it was filled with toys, and Lizzie nearly tripped when she entered the room. She brought Natalie over to her bed, then set her down and covered her with a couple of blankets. Then she put another stuffed animal beside her, along with her favourite bear. Then she silently crept out of the room. Just before she closed the door, she looked back and whispered, "'Night, Nat. I love you."
A few minutes later, she and Miranda got around to talking again. They had turned the movie off so they wouldn't disturb Natalie.
"Lizzie, what would happen to Natalie if something ever happened to you?" Miranda asked.
Lizzie hesitated. "Well, I guess I'd give her to Gordo. I mean, she's his child, too."
"But he's in Massachussets," Miranda reminded her.
"Then we'd just have to call him," Lizzie replied.
"Wouldn't your mom just get her?"
"But my mom is my mom, and Gordo is Nat's dad," Lizzie explained, "There's a big difference. Not to be rude to my mom or anything."
"I know what you mean," Miranda said. "You know what's kind of weird?"
"What?"
"How when Natalie's ten, you're gonna be twenty-five," Miranda told her, "And when you're thirty-four, Natalie's gonna be nineteen."
"That does sound a little strange," Lizzie said, "I'm going to be the youngest mother in her class."
Miranda laughed. "Not if you lie about your age."
"Yeah, really. Hey, I'm Lizzie McGuire, I'm 47. Or 50. Wait, screw that, I'm 58."
Miranda laughed again. "Shut up."
"You shut up. You're the one who brought it up."
"Whatever," Miranda said. She looked at the clock. "I think I better be going home now."
"Yeah," Lizzie said. The two friends stood up and walked to the door.
"G'night." Miranda gave a little wave and stepped outside.
"'Night."
Lizzie closed the door, and then decided to turn in. She walked upstairs, took one last check-up on Natalie, then went to bed.