Chapter Thirty Seven

A/N: Thanx for the reviews! Last chapter from the weekend. I might update on Wednesday. Might.

I am SO NOT a fan of Avril Lavigne.

Chapter Thirty Seven

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories so close to me just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

-Avril Lavigne "My Happy Ending"

Gordo's jaw dropped and he stood in his place, in shock. No, he thought, No, no, no....this can't be happening...

He snapped out of his trance and stomped towards Lizzie's room. He banged on the door. When he didn't hear an answer, he opened the door and barged in.

Lizzie was pulling things out of drawers and closets, and was placing everything into open suitcases on her bed.

"What are you doing?" Gordo asked.

Lizzie turned around and jumped at the sight of him. "I-I was just...I was just..." she stuttered, "I was just packing for tomorrow."

Gordo gave her a confused look. "Lizzie, tell me the damn truth," he said coldly, "Are you pregnant?"

Lizzie froze in her place and her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. "How did you-" she stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what she had almost said. "Why would you think something like that?"

Gordo stared at her. "Don't lie to me," he said coldly.

Lizzie fell down on the bed and threw her hands to her face. "I'm so sorry," she apologized in a choked voice.

Gordo closed the door behind him and went and sat down beside her. "Lizzie," he began to say, but paused. A million thoughts ran through his head.

Brooke's just a friend who happens to have my last name....

Brooke's my wife...

Brooke has gone to college...

Brooke can't have kids...

Lizzie already has a child with me...

Lizzie and I have known each other for our whole lives...

Gordo turned and faced Lizzie once again. He'd made his decision. All he had to do was tell her.

"Don't be," he told her.

Lizzie peeled her hands away from her tear-stained face. He eyes went round. "What?" she asked.

"Don't be sorry," Gordo repeated. He scratched his head and started to regret what he had just said.

"Gordo," Lizzie said, "I'm sorry. You have a life here, with Brooke, and I have my life in Hillridge, with...no one," she said slowly. She wiped her eyes and looked at him.

"Lizzie, I don't love Brooke anymore," Gordo reminded her. "At least not the way I used to."

A silent tear fell down Lizzie's cheek. She quickly wiped it away, then stood up and continued shoving things into her suitcase. "Sorry Gordo," she said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Natalie can stay here with you and visit me whenever and I'll have this little one stay with me and visit you whenever."

Gordo jumped up and scoffed. "No way," he said angrily, "I don't want to share our children like their stuffed animals tossed between two toddlers." He swallowed, then added, "I don't even get to know what it's like when my child is born. That's never happened to me. I've never stood beside my wife's side as she painfully gave birth to a baby. If you leave, that'll never happen."

"Fine," Lizzie snarled, "I'll call you when I'm in my ninth month and you can fly down so you'll be there when our baby is born, how's that sound?" She grabbed a t-shirt, folded it, then crammed it into another suitcase.

"That sounds horrible," Gordo nearly shouted, "Why don't I just divorce Brooke and move in with you?"

"No!" Lizzie screamed as she zipped one of the suitcases closed. "I'm fine on my own! I don't need you!"

Gordo gaped at her, then yelled, "Oh, so you don't need me? Then what about our child? It's gonna need a father to look up to! What if it's a boy? He'll need a father to play soccer with and stuff..."

"He'll have a grandfather to look up to!" Lizzie shot back. She tossed some more clothes into a blue suitcase then went over to the closet. She pulled a few things out and carried them to the bed.

"What if your dad dies all of a sudden?" Gordo questioned. He ran a hand through his hair then glared at Lizzie.

"How would he die all of a sudden?" Lizzie asked angrily. She planted her hands on her hips and waited for his answer.

"Maybe I could hire a hitman or something-"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence, because the moment Lizzie heard 'hitman' she jumped foreward and slammed Gordo in the nose. He stumbled back, and bumped into the wall.

"Asshole!" Lizzie shrieked, then yanked the door open, revealing Natalie and Brooke standing outside in the hall without shocked expressions on their faces. "Get out!" she yelled.

Gordo collected himself and did as he was told. The second he was in the hall, Lizzie slammed the door in his face and fresh tears poured down her face.