I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Well, I guess fifteen days isn't the worst possible gap of time to update a story. Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gordo gulped. Did he really just hear what she just said correctly? This whole time she was displaying such confidence and determination about this baby, but doubts? Lizzie? The thought never crossed his mind for more than a second. Among feeling relieved that he wasn't alone in all of this and all the other emotions, he now felt selfish. Selfish for not thinking about Lizzie as much as he should have and selfish for feeling alone.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, "Do you think I'm ready?"
"Honestly?" Gordo said, daring to repeat his biggest mistake he made thus far by going over the same territory that got him into trouble. This time, he knew where he was going with what he was saying. For once, he could say the right thing and it would be the honest thing.
Lizzie slowly nodded her eyes, looking deeply into his. In her eyes, he saw confusion and as if they were searching for something. Gordo took a deep breath as he reached across the table for her hand, "Lizzie, I've been thinking about this lately…A lot actually and I've been having the same doubts as you have, and in all honesty I don't think we're ready."
"Oh," Lizzie said, looking down and saying nothing.
"But," he said, "The more important thing to think about isn't whether you're ready or I'm ready or all of that, but it is WILL we be ready."
Lizzie looked up, confused, "What do you mean."
"What I mean to say is that this was a surprise," he said, "A very big surprise, in fact, but that doesn't mean that it isn't a good surprise."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, as if something still bothered her, "But what about us? I mean, are we ready for this much responsibility?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. But we won't know until we try it."
"Gordo, what about us? When we have this baby, we will be losing our freedom."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, smiling, "We'll be losing a lot of things, but don't you think it will be worth it when you have the baby?"
Lizzie thought for a minute about what he said and started to smile, "It is a miracle, isn't it," she said.
Gordo nodded. Talking to Lizzie and seeing that gleam in her eye made him see it for what it was: this was what life was all about.
If only Lizzie knew the irony of it all. If she knew that three days before Gordo was saying just the opposite of this.
After dinner, Gordo and Lizzie went for a small walk around the city. Hand in hand, they walked places they hadn't walked in ten years. Lizzie remembered a lot of Italy and although it was a slow process, Lizzie was remembering Gordo and all the things she loved about him.
Once they reached the hotel and were in their room, Gordo was reminded about their parents. He could tell that Lizzie was tired, but knew he should tell her before he forgot.
"Uh, Lizzie, there is something else we need to talk about."
Lizzie, who throughout the whole night was thinking about the miracle of life in the back of her mind, wrapped her arms around Gordo's shoulders and smiled as she closed her eyes, "What?"
"Our parents are coming to Rome on Friday to see us."
It took a second for that thought to process through Lizzie's head, but once it did, Lizzie immediately pulled her head back and looked at Gordo, "What??"
Gordo sat on the bed and Lizzie sat next to him, "Our parents! They heard about you and want to see how you are doing."
Lizzie looked at Gordo with sad puppy eyes, "You mean I won't have you all to myself anymore?"
Gordo smiled, touched by her comment, "Sorry, Liz. Believe me, I tried to talk them out of it."
"Oh well," Lizzie said, standing up and getting dressed for bed, "it was fun while it lasted. Do you think we should tell them that I'm pregnant?"
Gordo's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of that aspect. "I don't know. I'll leave that one up to you."
"They'll probably try to encourage us to get married," Lizzie said looking down.
"Yeah," Gordo said, pretending to look discouraged as well.
"What do you think we should tell them?"
"Lizzie," Gordo said, "We can tell them whatever we want to tell them and it won't matter. As long as we love each other, we can get through this."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, looking down. Gordo could tell she was nervous, "Do you think we will ever get married?"
Gordo's heart jumped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to drop down at that very moment and present her with a ring, but knew he should wait until she had her full memory back, "I don't know."
"You don't?" Lizzie asked, as her voice cracked.
"Lizzie," Gordo said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew that he couldn't keep it from her anymore. He knew that he had to tell her the truth, "there is something we should talk about."
"Oh?" Lizzie asked, looking up into Gordo's eyes. They were the eyes of innocence and the eyes of truth. Looking into those eyes made Gordo feel weak and full of betrayal.
Gordo sat Lizzie on the bed and sat next to her and took her hand, "What's going on?" Lizzie asked, with thoughts and possibilities floating around her brain. What was he about to say that made him look so serious?
"Lizzie," he repeated, trying to come out with a way to say the hardest thing he could ever possibly say, "Before you went to the hospital, we talked a little about us and…" Gordo found it hard to continue what he was going to say. He felt like he was going to cry, but he couldn't. No, he had to do this. He squeezed Lizzie's hand tightly and Lizzie looked down.
"Gordo, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?" She said, hugging him. When she released she looked into his eyes yet again and waited.
"Lizzie," he said, trying this once more. He had to tell her the full truth, "before you went into the hospital, you and I had a discussion on marriage and I told you…" he started, but her eyes kept staring, "I told you that…I think we should wait to get married after the baby is born."
Gordo watched as Lizzie sighed and could tell it was of relief, "Gordo," she said, smiling, "that's okay. I understand."
Gordo nodded his head, but was ashamed of himself. He knew that what he said was a lie. What was worse was that he couldn't find himself to tell the truth.
What was worse was that Lizzie leaned in and kissed Gordo while they were sitting on the bed. The guilt Gordo felt as she kissed him felt worse and worse and he felt guilty for kissing her back, "Gordo," she said pulling away from him, "I love you more than you can ever imagine. I want nothing more than to be with you."
Lizzie kissed him again and that night, Gordo felt guiltier than he had ever felt before. Lizzie and Gordo made love that night in Rome. Gordo knew from then on that he could never turn back and change time and he could never tell Lizzie the complete truth. He let the guilt get the best of him that night and with every kiss and every touch, it hurt him inside to know that it was only a matter of time before Lizzie knew the truth.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gordo gulped. Did he really just hear what she just said correctly? This whole time she was displaying such confidence and determination about this baby, but doubts? Lizzie? The thought never crossed his mind for more than a second. Among feeling relieved that he wasn't alone in all of this and all the other emotions, he now felt selfish. Selfish for not thinking about Lizzie as much as he should have and selfish for feeling alone.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, "Do you think I'm ready?"
"Honestly?" Gordo said, daring to repeat his biggest mistake he made thus far by going over the same territory that got him into trouble. This time, he knew where he was going with what he was saying. For once, he could say the right thing and it would be the honest thing.
Lizzie slowly nodded her eyes, looking deeply into his. In her eyes, he saw confusion and as if they were searching for something. Gordo took a deep breath as he reached across the table for her hand, "Lizzie, I've been thinking about this lately…A lot actually and I've been having the same doubts as you have, and in all honesty I don't think we're ready."
"Oh," Lizzie said, looking down and saying nothing.
"But," he said, "The more important thing to think about isn't whether you're ready or I'm ready or all of that, but it is WILL we be ready."
Lizzie looked up, confused, "What do you mean."
"What I mean to say is that this was a surprise," he said, "A very big surprise, in fact, but that doesn't mean that it isn't a good surprise."
"Yeah," Lizzie said, as if something still bothered her, "But what about us? I mean, are we ready for this much responsibility?"
Gordo shrugged, "I don't know. But we won't know until we try it."
"Gordo, what about us? When we have this baby, we will be losing our freedom."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, smiling, "We'll be losing a lot of things, but don't you think it will be worth it when you have the baby?"
Lizzie thought for a minute about what he said and started to smile, "It is a miracle, isn't it," she said.
Gordo nodded. Talking to Lizzie and seeing that gleam in her eye made him see it for what it was: this was what life was all about.
If only Lizzie knew the irony of it all. If she knew that three days before Gordo was saying just the opposite of this.
After dinner, Gordo and Lizzie went for a small walk around the city. Hand in hand, they walked places they hadn't walked in ten years. Lizzie remembered a lot of Italy and although it was a slow process, Lizzie was remembering Gordo and all the things she loved about him.
Once they reached the hotel and were in their room, Gordo was reminded about their parents. He could tell that Lizzie was tired, but knew he should tell her before he forgot.
"Uh, Lizzie, there is something else we need to talk about."
Lizzie, who throughout the whole night was thinking about the miracle of life in the back of her mind, wrapped her arms around Gordo's shoulders and smiled as she closed her eyes, "What?"
"Our parents are coming to Rome on Friday to see us."
It took a second for that thought to process through Lizzie's head, but once it did, Lizzie immediately pulled her head back and looked at Gordo, "What??"
Gordo sat on the bed and Lizzie sat next to him, "Our parents! They heard about you and want to see how you are doing."
Lizzie looked at Gordo with sad puppy eyes, "You mean I won't have you all to myself anymore?"
Gordo smiled, touched by her comment, "Sorry, Liz. Believe me, I tried to talk them out of it."
"Oh well," Lizzie said, standing up and getting dressed for bed, "it was fun while it lasted. Do you think we should tell them that I'm pregnant?"
Gordo's eyes widened. He hadn't thought of that aspect. "I don't know. I'll leave that one up to you."
"They'll probably try to encourage us to get married," Lizzie said looking down.
"Yeah," Gordo said, pretending to look discouraged as well.
"What do you think we should tell them?"
"Lizzie," Gordo said, "We can tell them whatever we want to tell them and it won't matter. As long as we love each other, we can get through this."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, looking down. Gordo could tell she was nervous, "Do you think we will ever get married?"
Gordo's heart jumped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to drop down at that very moment and present her with a ring, but knew he should wait until she had her full memory back, "I don't know."
"You don't?" Lizzie asked, as her voice cracked.
"Lizzie," Gordo said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He knew that he couldn't keep it from her anymore. He knew that he had to tell her the truth, "there is something we should talk about."
"Oh?" Lizzie asked, looking up into Gordo's eyes. They were the eyes of innocence and the eyes of truth. Looking into those eyes made Gordo feel weak and full of betrayal.
Gordo sat Lizzie on the bed and sat next to her and took her hand, "What's going on?" Lizzie asked, with thoughts and possibilities floating around her brain. What was he about to say that made him look so serious?
"Lizzie," he repeated, trying to come out with a way to say the hardest thing he could ever possibly say, "Before you went to the hospital, we talked a little about us and…" Gordo found it hard to continue what he was going to say. He felt like he was going to cry, but he couldn't. No, he had to do this. He squeezed Lizzie's hand tightly and Lizzie looked down.
"Gordo, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?" She said, hugging him. When she released she looked into his eyes yet again and waited.
"Lizzie," he said, trying this once more. He had to tell her the full truth, "before you went into the hospital, you and I had a discussion on marriage and I told you…" he started, but her eyes kept staring, "I told you that…I think we should wait to get married after the baby is born."
Gordo watched as Lizzie sighed and could tell it was of relief, "Gordo," she said, smiling, "that's okay. I understand."
Gordo nodded his head, but was ashamed of himself. He knew that what he said was a lie. What was worse was that he couldn't find himself to tell the truth.
What was worse was that Lizzie leaned in and kissed Gordo while they were sitting on the bed. The guilt Gordo felt as she kissed him felt worse and worse and he felt guilty for kissing her back, "Gordo," she said pulling away from him, "I love you more than you can ever imagine. I want nothing more than to be with you."
Lizzie kissed him again and that night, Gordo felt guiltier than he had ever felt before. Lizzie and Gordo made love that night in Rome. Gordo knew from then on that he could never turn back and change time and he could never tell Lizzie the complete truth. He let the guilt get the best of him that night and with every kiss and every touch, it hurt him inside to know that it was only a matter of time before Lizzie knew the truth.