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Chapter 12
Gordo returned to the room about fifteen minutes later with some food. He set the food on the table near the window and sat down. He didn't want to disturb Lizzie, as she didn't look like she felt okay.
"Lunch is ready," he said to Lizzie, who was on the bed, wearing very little clothing. He was concerned about her, but didn't know, given the current situation, how to go about showing his concern.
"Okay," said, still feeling weak. The fan was blowing in her direction, which was helping a little, but she still felt really bad.
Gordo watched, as she lay there, helpless. He felt so guilty and selfish eating while she lay there looking miserable. "Are you hungry?"
Lizzie slowly nodded her head, "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay," Gordo said, in a small voice. He felt sorry for her and that she felt this badly. He wanted to go up and give her a hug and comfort her, but he didn't know if that would be a good idea.
A few minutes later, Lizzie finally got up and went to the table with the food. She sat down across from Gordo and Gordo handed her food, which was pasta and bread, with water. Lizzie took a sip of the water and started eating the food, slowly.
Gordo tried to discretely watch her as she ate, but being discrete was hard, as they were sitting directly across from each other. Every once in a while, though, he would watch her do everything, and as he watched her, it just seemed different. She was eating for two, and for some reason this fascinated Gordo. It was a simple fact of life, but Gordo had never felt so awkward watching someone do the most mundane activity.
The sad part was that he barely knew anything. All he knew was that she was pregnant with his child. He didn't know anything else, like the due date or the sex. This made him go into another stage of guilt. Now that he was getting used to the fact that he was about to be a father, there was so much to think about. It all seemed so unimportant when thinking about the future before, but now his head was swarming with every single detail about this life. In the long run, he didn't really care if the child was going to be an Aries or a Taurus or if it would prefer Soccer over football, but right now, the future was the focus of his mind. A child. . .wow. He wasn't fully used to the information, but every moment he thought about it, he got more curious about the unimportant things.
He had never thought so hard in his life. Especially about the future. Gordo was the type of guy who dealt with life in the present. He had long-term goals, but he didn't focus his life on them.
He barely noticed Lizzie as she got up and returned to the bed. He could barely believe himself when he heard himself ask, "When's it due?" He asked it in a small voice, so he wasn't sure that Lizzie had heard him, that is until he looked over at her, and saw that she was looking back, as if she didn't believe what he just asked.
"Um," Lizzie said, clearing her thought, "February 24th."
"Oh," Gordo said, not knowing what else to say. He felt better knowing at least a little more about the baby.
Lizzie sat up, and watched Gordo as he fell silent after the question. She thought maybe he was starting to take interest in this baby after all. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
Gordo shook his head, "You have no idea how much I have been thinking about this since I thought of it, but most of the questions can't be answered until its born and has lived a little."
Lizzie smiled, sympathetically, "I know how you feel," she said, and she looked away, "You know, we are going to have to talk about this eventually. Everything. I want to know what you are thinking and I want to tell you what I am thinking. Their should be more communication about this. I don't want this child to feel resented."
Gordo sighed and smiled sadly at Lizzie, "I know we have to talk. I am ready to talk to you about everything whenever you are ready."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Okay. We will talk at some point about everything, but I can't talk right now," Lizzie said, and a small tear flowed down her cheek.
Gordo nodded his head, "I understand. You can take your time."
"No," Lizzie said, "It's not that I am not ready. Actually, it is partially that, but its mainly because right now, I don't feel so good."
"You still feel sick?" Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head, "It's just so hot down here and I feel like I am going to throw up."
"I am sorry, Lizzie," he said, and he meant it sincerely, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lizzie looked around, and shook her head, "No, I have a fan and I can't take any medicine. Thank you, anyway."
"Well," Gordo said, "I don't know if this will help, but I am around, so if you need any help, I can help."
Lizzie smiled, but not for long, as she felt herself about to explode, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
Not knowing whether or not to follow her, he decided he would, and he entered the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel and handed it to her.
Like it or not, Gordo thought, this was reality. Gordo's days of being a carefree adult were officially over. He felt bad about this change in his life, but on the other hand, he was beginning to feel bad about feeling bad. Life was just getting more difficult by the day, it seemed.
He was no longer able to just take care of himself.
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Hey! Piacere, here. I hope you liked this chapter. I promise this story will get a little more interesting. I will update as soon as possible, but if you get a chance, please review! I hope to update within the next seven days, though.
Chapter 12
Gordo returned to the room about fifteen minutes later with some food. He set the food on the table near the window and sat down. He didn't want to disturb Lizzie, as she didn't look like she felt okay.
"Lunch is ready," he said to Lizzie, who was on the bed, wearing very little clothing. He was concerned about her, but didn't know, given the current situation, how to go about showing his concern.
"Okay," said, still feeling weak. The fan was blowing in her direction, which was helping a little, but she still felt really bad.
Gordo watched, as she lay there, helpless. He felt so guilty and selfish eating while she lay there looking miserable. "Are you hungry?"
Lizzie slowly nodded her head, "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay," Gordo said, in a small voice. He felt sorry for her and that she felt this badly. He wanted to go up and give her a hug and comfort her, but he didn't know if that would be a good idea.
A few minutes later, Lizzie finally got up and went to the table with the food. She sat down across from Gordo and Gordo handed her food, which was pasta and bread, with water. Lizzie took a sip of the water and started eating the food, slowly.
Gordo tried to discretely watch her as she ate, but being discrete was hard, as they were sitting directly across from each other. Every once in a while, though, he would watch her do everything, and as he watched her, it just seemed different. She was eating for two, and for some reason this fascinated Gordo. It was a simple fact of life, but Gordo had never felt so awkward watching someone do the most mundane activity.
The sad part was that he barely knew anything. All he knew was that she was pregnant with his child. He didn't know anything else, like the due date or the sex. This made him go into another stage of guilt. Now that he was getting used to the fact that he was about to be a father, there was so much to think about. It all seemed so unimportant when thinking about the future before, but now his head was swarming with every single detail about this life. In the long run, he didn't really care if the child was going to be an Aries or a Taurus or if it would prefer Soccer over football, but right now, the future was the focus of his mind. A child. . .wow. He wasn't fully used to the information, but every moment he thought about it, he got more curious about the unimportant things.
He had never thought so hard in his life. Especially about the future. Gordo was the type of guy who dealt with life in the present. He had long-term goals, but he didn't focus his life on them.
He barely noticed Lizzie as she got up and returned to the bed. He could barely believe himself when he heard himself ask, "When's it due?" He asked it in a small voice, so he wasn't sure that Lizzie had heard him, that is until he looked over at her, and saw that she was looking back, as if she didn't believe what he just asked.
"Um," Lizzie said, clearing her thought, "February 24th."
"Oh," Gordo said, not knowing what else to say. He felt better knowing at least a little more about the baby.
Lizzie sat up, and watched Gordo as he fell silent after the question. She thought maybe he was starting to take interest in this baby after all. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"
Gordo shook his head, "You have no idea how much I have been thinking about this since I thought of it, but most of the questions can't be answered until its born and has lived a little."
Lizzie smiled, sympathetically, "I know how you feel," she said, and she looked away, "You know, we are going to have to talk about this eventually. Everything. I want to know what you are thinking and I want to tell you what I am thinking. Their should be more communication about this. I don't want this child to feel resented."
Gordo sighed and smiled sadly at Lizzie, "I know we have to talk. I am ready to talk to you about everything whenever you are ready."
Lizzie nodded her head, "Okay. We will talk at some point about everything, but I can't talk right now," Lizzie said, and a small tear flowed down her cheek.
Gordo nodded his head, "I understand. You can take your time."
"No," Lizzie said, "It's not that I am not ready. Actually, it is partially that, but its mainly because right now, I don't feel so good."
"You still feel sick?" Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head, "It's just so hot down here and I feel like I am going to throw up."
"I am sorry, Lizzie," he said, and he meant it sincerely, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lizzie looked around, and shook her head, "No, I have a fan and I can't take any medicine. Thank you, anyway."
"Well," Gordo said, "I don't know if this will help, but I am around, so if you need any help, I can help."
Lizzie smiled, but not for long, as she felt herself about to explode, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
Not knowing whether or not to follow her, he decided he would, and he entered the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel and handed it to her.
Like it or not, Gordo thought, this was reality. Gordo's days of being a carefree adult were officially over. He felt bad about this change in his life, but on the other hand, he was beginning to feel bad about feeling bad. Life was just getting more difficult by the day, it seemed.
He was no longer able to just take care of himself.
~~~
Hey! Piacere, here. I hope you liked this chapter. I promise this story will get a little more interesting. I will update as soon as possible, but if you get a chance, please review! I hope to update within the next seven days, though.