Chapter Nineteen

A/N: Hey. Sorry I haven't updated. It took me a few days to write this chapter. And yet, it's still short.

Oh, yeah, I changed the song in Chapter Four and I updated a couple of important things in the prologue. Small things, but they are pretty important.

Chapter Nineteen

A Few Years Later...

"I can't believe this, we're out of college! We're free adults!" Brooke Morgan cheered.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," David Gordon said.

"Oh, come on, lighten up!"

Gordo looked up from the papers he was reading. Brooke was standing in front of him, smiling. Over the past few years, Brooke had changed. She had cut her dark brown hair to just a bit past her shoulders, and it was layered. She had grown out her bangs. She was a bit taller, but David was still taller than her, ever since he had another growth spurt a couple of years ago. His eyes moved down to Brooke's left hand, where a diamond ring sparkled. Brooke followed his stare, then smiled once again. "When are you gonna order the wedding cake?" she asked.

"I thought you were," Gordoreplied.

"Nooo, you said you were going to," Brooke told him.

"No, I didn't. Besides, I'm too busy anyways. I'm going back to Hillridge on Thursday, remember? I have to go to my cousin's wedding."

"But Thursday's my ultrasound, and you're not goonna be there," Brooke complained.

"I'm sure we'll have more than one kid, Brooke. Now could you please move out of the way so I can actually see the TV screen?"

Brooke plopped down on the couch next to Gordo and snuggled into him. He placed his arm around her shoulder and they remained silent for the next five minutes.

"Gordo?"

"What?"

"Maybe you'll see Lizzie McGuire when you go back to Hillridge," Brooke said.

"Maybe," Gordo replied. "It's possible. But she might have moved somewhere else, like Canada."

"Canada!? Why in God's name would she move there?"

"I don't know."

"She still has your daughter, Gordo," Brooke reminded him.

"I know, I'm not an idiot," Gordo said.

"I never said you were, though," Brooke replied. "How old is she now, anyways?"

"Who?"

"Your daughter!"

"Probably six or seven," Gordo told her.

"Whoah!"

"'Whoah' what?"

"I don't know, now let's just watch the rest of this movie in peace," Brooke said, as she snuggled into Gordo once again.

They sat there for the next hour, in silence, just watching the movie in their apartment.

The Next Thursday...

"Bye, Gordo," Brooke said to her fiancee.

"Bye, I'll be back by next Wednesday," Gordo told her, and he kissed her cheek before he stepped out the door on his way back to Hillridge.