DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. This is piacere here. This chapter was written by ottertheelephante and it is totally my fault that it didn't get updated any sooner. I was waiting for my to finish updating hers so we could post it on the same day, but now I have finished her chapter and it is up to her when she should finish hers.
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy it!
Chapter 14
The Next Day
The next day, Lizzie got up early and went for a walk on the beach, while Gordo still slept. She agreed to talk with Gordo about the current situation, but now she had to think about what she was going to say. She felt so torn between her feelings because she wanted him to be a part of the baby's life as much as anything, but she also wanted the baby to feel wanted.
After thinking about it for a while, she finally decided that she would hear what he has to say. If she let him speak, maybe it would give her more of an idea of what he wanted. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when it came to the other night, but she needed to make sure there was no reason for doubt.
Lizzie had to face it: she was stressed. Between worrying about the future of this unborn child and all the territory surrounding this, she felt overwhelmed. The strangest thing about all of this was as soon as she found out about it, she was seriously considering aborting it so she would never have to tell Gordo, but then she thought about it and how truly miraculous she was to have this open window of opportunities right in front of her. She always knew she wanted children, and maybe this was a sign that it was her time.
Suddenly, however, as she was heading back to the hotel, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and the pain was so sharp and so strong that she couldn't feel anything else. Before she could do anything else, she blacked out.
~~~
~Gordo~
At around eight that morning, Gordo woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. He looked over at the bed and realized she wasn't there. He walked over to the phone beside the bed.
"Hello?" he said, groggily.
"Hola, Gordo! It's your ole friend Miranda. Is Lizzie there?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope. She must have gone for an early breakfast or something. Can I take a message?"
"Sure! Lizzie's mom called about three hours ago."
"Oh?" Gordo said as he rubbed his eyes, still only half awake, "What did she say?"
"Not much actually. She wants Lizzie to call her to check on how she is doing."
"Oh, that's nice," Gordo said, and then he thought about what she said, "Wait, does Mrs. McGuire know that Lizzie is pregnant?"
Miranda chuckled, "No, she didn't sound like she knew. But you know Lizzie's parents. They will probably call again tomorrow, seeing as they don't have your number."
"Oh," Gordo said, nodding his head and yawning, "Well, I will tell Lizzie they called. Thanks."
"You're welcome," she said, "and don't even pretend like you are tired---the McGuire's called us before five in the morning. At least I had the decency to wait a few hours."
Gordo rolled his eyes, "Bye, Miranda."
Gordo hung up the phone and while he was tempted to go back to sleep, he decided he would get up for the day and take a shower.
Gordo was in the middle of washing his hair when he thought he heard a knock at the door. It was faint, and water was blocking his ears, so he figured he was just hearing things, but when he turned the water off, he heard it again, as well as a telephone ring.
He hopped out of the shower, quickly put a wet towel around his waist and opened the door. On the other side of the door was an older woman and a younger man, who looked like he was the hotel manager. "Uh, uno momento, per piacere" he said, and he rant to answer the phone. In the meantime, the two people let themselves in.
Gordo picked up the phone, but no one was on the other line. Confused, Gordo hung up the phone and turned his attention to the other people in the room. "May I help you?" he asked.
The older woman started rambling out unfamiliar Italian words in a frantic state. Gordo, who was still confused, looked at the younger man for assistance. The man nodded his head and said a few words to the woman that caused her to be quiet, then he turned to Gordo.
"Uh, excuse me if I caught you at a bad time, signore," the man said in an Italian accent, pointing at Gordo's towel, "but you see, we have a little emergency."
"What is it?" Gordo asked, starting to panic. The first thing he thought about was Lizzie.
"Uh, well, I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but that woman you were with was taken to the hospital this morning."
"What??" Gordo said, at this point, feeling like he was going to have a panic attack, "Is-is she all right?"
"Uhh, I don't know, but she did-how you say- black out on the beach. If you want, after you get dressed, we can take you to the hospital to see what is going on."
The panicked Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. Just give me a minute, okay?"
"Oh," the man said, "take your time."
The man and the woman let themselves out of the room and Gordo quickly put some clothes on. A minute later, he was outside, where the man was waiting, "Uh, that woman-my mother-was the one who saw her on the beach, but since she does not speak English, she decided to get me. Now, she has to go to work."
"Okay. Where is your car?" Gordo said, in no mood to chat right now. All he really wanted to do was see Lizzie and make sure she was all right.
The man led Gordo to his car and they drove to the hospital.
~
As soon as they reached the hospital, Gordo ran to the hospital, but had to wait for the man to find Lizzie.
Once the man finally came and asked where Lizzie was for him in Italian, they went to the area she was, but the doctors would not let him see her. After the hotel man and a nurse exchanged a few words in Italian, and the nurse left, the man turned to Gordo and said, "I have some good news and some bad news."
"What is it?"
"The good news is that your wife and the baby are going to be okay!" the man said.
Gordo let out a sigh of relief. He didn't even think about correcting the man in calling Lizzie his wife.
"Wait! There is bad news," he said.
"Uh, your wife is in a coma right now," he said.
~~~
~To be continued~
~Okay, let me clear up a few things for you. First of all, before you even think about asking, this is not a dream. Second of all, like the man said, Lizzie and the baby will be all right. Third of all, I am not a doctor, so anything wrong with Lizzie is . . .how you say. . . made up by me. I don't know if this could happen in real life, and it probably can't, but I am going to go ahead and tell you now, this story isn't really about Lizzie having medical problems. It's more like the process of recovery. That might not make sense right now, but as this story goes on, it will become more clear. This story, like all my stories thus far, is going to have a happy ending. The title is "That's Amore" which means "That's Love" and it's going with the theme of love and how true love can overcome obstacles and in the end, what it boils down to is love. Similar to Je t'aime, but in a different way.~
Also, for the record, although ottertheelephante wrote this chapter, we definitely had discussions about it, so I knew what was going to happen, I just didn't know how.
Now that all the introduction to the story is officially over, and chapters have a plot, chapters should be coming out more frequently. My goal for now, though, is to finish the alternate ending of Je t'aime, which for the record, I will probably post on fanfiction.net after all.
Review if you want, rant if you must.
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy it!
Chapter 14
The Next Day
The next day, Lizzie got up early and went for a walk on the beach, while Gordo still slept. She agreed to talk with Gordo about the current situation, but now she had to think about what she was going to say. She felt so torn between her feelings because she wanted him to be a part of the baby's life as much as anything, but she also wanted the baby to feel wanted.
After thinking about it for a while, she finally decided that she would hear what he has to say. If she let him speak, maybe it would give her more of an idea of what he wanted. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when it came to the other night, but she needed to make sure there was no reason for doubt.
Lizzie had to face it: she was stressed. Between worrying about the future of this unborn child and all the territory surrounding this, she felt overwhelmed. The strangest thing about all of this was as soon as she found out about it, she was seriously considering aborting it so she would never have to tell Gordo, but then she thought about it and how truly miraculous she was to have this open window of opportunities right in front of her. She always knew she wanted children, and maybe this was a sign that it was her time.
Suddenly, however, as she was heading back to the hotel, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and the pain was so sharp and so strong that she couldn't feel anything else. Before she could do anything else, she blacked out.
~~~
~Gordo~
At around eight that morning, Gordo woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. He looked over at the bed and realized she wasn't there. He walked over to the phone beside the bed.
"Hello?" he said, groggily.
"Hola, Gordo! It's your ole friend Miranda. Is Lizzie there?"
Gordo shook his head, "Nope. She must have gone for an early breakfast or something. Can I take a message?"
"Sure! Lizzie's mom called about three hours ago."
"Oh?" Gordo said as he rubbed his eyes, still only half awake, "What did she say?"
"Not much actually. She wants Lizzie to call her to check on how she is doing."
"Oh, that's nice," Gordo said, and then he thought about what she said, "Wait, does Mrs. McGuire know that Lizzie is pregnant?"
Miranda chuckled, "No, she didn't sound like she knew. But you know Lizzie's parents. They will probably call again tomorrow, seeing as they don't have your number."
"Oh," Gordo said, nodding his head and yawning, "Well, I will tell Lizzie they called. Thanks."
"You're welcome," she said, "and don't even pretend like you are tired---the McGuire's called us before five in the morning. At least I had the decency to wait a few hours."
Gordo rolled his eyes, "Bye, Miranda."
Gordo hung up the phone and while he was tempted to go back to sleep, he decided he would get up for the day and take a shower.
Gordo was in the middle of washing his hair when he thought he heard a knock at the door. It was faint, and water was blocking his ears, so he figured he was just hearing things, but when he turned the water off, he heard it again, as well as a telephone ring.
He hopped out of the shower, quickly put a wet towel around his waist and opened the door. On the other side of the door was an older woman and a younger man, who looked like he was the hotel manager. "Uh, uno momento, per piacere" he said, and he rant to answer the phone. In the meantime, the two people let themselves in.
Gordo picked up the phone, but no one was on the other line. Confused, Gordo hung up the phone and turned his attention to the other people in the room. "May I help you?" he asked.
The older woman started rambling out unfamiliar Italian words in a frantic state. Gordo, who was still confused, looked at the younger man for assistance. The man nodded his head and said a few words to the woman that caused her to be quiet, then he turned to Gordo.
"Uh, excuse me if I caught you at a bad time, signore," the man said in an Italian accent, pointing at Gordo's towel, "but you see, we have a little emergency."
"What is it?" Gordo asked, starting to panic. The first thing he thought about was Lizzie.
"Uh, well, I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but that woman you were with was taken to the hospital this morning."
"What??" Gordo said, at this point, feeling like he was going to have a panic attack, "Is-is she all right?"
"Uhh, I don't know, but she did-how you say- black out on the beach. If you want, after you get dressed, we can take you to the hospital to see what is going on."
The panicked Gordo nodded his head, "Okay. Just give me a minute, okay?"
"Oh," the man said, "take your time."
The man and the woman let themselves out of the room and Gordo quickly put some clothes on. A minute later, he was outside, where the man was waiting, "Uh, that woman-my mother-was the one who saw her on the beach, but since she does not speak English, she decided to get me. Now, she has to go to work."
"Okay. Where is your car?" Gordo said, in no mood to chat right now. All he really wanted to do was see Lizzie and make sure she was all right.
The man led Gordo to his car and they drove to the hospital.
~
As soon as they reached the hospital, Gordo ran to the hospital, but had to wait for the man to find Lizzie.
Once the man finally came and asked where Lizzie was for him in Italian, they went to the area she was, but the doctors would not let him see her. After the hotel man and a nurse exchanged a few words in Italian, and the nurse left, the man turned to Gordo and said, "I have some good news and some bad news."
"What is it?"
"The good news is that your wife and the baby are going to be okay!" the man said.
Gordo let out a sigh of relief. He didn't even think about correcting the man in calling Lizzie his wife.
"Wait! There is bad news," he said.
"Uh, your wife is in a coma right now," he said.
~~~
~To be continued~
~Okay, let me clear up a few things for you. First of all, before you even think about asking, this is not a dream. Second of all, like the man said, Lizzie and the baby will be all right. Third of all, I am not a doctor, so anything wrong with Lizzie is . . .how you say. . . made up by me. I don't know if this could happen in real life, and it probably can't, but I am going to go ahead and tell you now, this story isn't really about Lizzie having medical problems. It's more like the process of recovery. That might not make sense right now, but as this story goes on, it will become more clear. This story, like all my stories thus far, is going to have a happy ending. The title is "That's Amore" which means "That's Love" and it's going with the theme of love and how true love can overcome obstacles and in the end, what it boils down to is love. Similar to Je t'aime, but in a different way.~
Also, for the record, although ottertheelephante wrote this chapter, we definitely had discussions about it, so I knew what was going to happen, I just didn't know how.
Now that all the introduction to the story is officially over, and chapters have a plot, chapters should be coming out more frequently. My goal for now, though, is to finish the alternate ending of Je t'aime, which for the record, I will probably post on fanfiction.net after all.
Review if you want, rant if you must.