A/N: There will only be about two chapters left of this story. You guys
have been an amazing group of readers, thank you for becoming a part of my
mind.
(Three weeks later)
Lizzie gripped her stomach and ran to the bathroom, getting above the tiolet just in time to have her abdomen church with pain. She flushed when she was finished and then rose, looking at herself longingly in the mirror. She tried to fix her curls as she straightened out her black dress. As she looked at the reflection, she almost couldnt recognize who was staring back at her. She must have aged 20 years in the passed three weeks.
Knock...knock...
" Honey...Are you almost finished?" Gordo called through the door.
" Give me a second." She replied as her trembling hands gripped the sink.
So much has happpened in the passed three weeks. More then her memory could latch onto and save. Hayden was caught and sentanced to life in prison for murder, sexual assult, attempted murder and drug abuse. They had turned off the machines on her darling baby girl and lay her to rest in the local cemetary, the planning had taken the roll on of pure hell for her, as well as her family and Gordo.
As Lizzie emerged from the bathroom, she clasped her husbands hand. He then led her to say goodbye to their departing guests.
(Five months later)
Gordo came up the steps and then peeked in the crack of the door, which was left open by his mourning wife. She layed in bed, her hair messed up, streaks of black was the only color on her face as her body heaved with sobs.
" Sweetie," Gordo spoke softly as he entered and made his way to the bed, " stop blaming yourself...everything will work out. She is in a better place..."
His face showed a worried expression as he held her in his arms.
" Baby, I know you miss her. I miss her too but she wouldnt want us to spend the rest of our days filled with depression. I want to move on for her. I want her to be happy and I think she will be happy if you were too. Lizzie, I love you so much. I need you right now...please...please get out of bed. You know she wouldnt want this."
She sat there in silence for a couple of minutes in thought. No...Alexis wouldnt want her acting like this. Why couldnt she have gotten over it as well as Gordo, who only sulked for weeks? Why couldnt she face Gordo when she felt so guilty for her daughters death? Almost as if reading her mind, Gordo spoke...
" Lizzie...its not your fault. The persons in fault is paying for it. Youre letting him win by doing this, sweetheart."
Lizzies puffy eyes met his, which were filled with unshed tears.
" Gordo, make love to me."
Gordo did a double take and looked at her with confusion.
" Its been months since we have, I just want to do something that will make me forget..."
"...Are you sure?"
She gave a stiff nod as she leaned in and kissed him. Her hands roamed his body as his undid her robe. Lizzie breathed in deeply as she felt her senses awaken as if from a long sleep.
She felt alive.
A/N: That was an odd request of her, I know and youre probably wondering why in the hell would she want to have sex while she is mourning over her broken life? There is meaning to it, I promise.
(Three weeks later)
Lizzie gripped her stomach and ran to the bathroom, getting above the tiolet just in time to have her abdomen church with pain. She flushed when she was finished and then rose, looking at herself longingly in the mirror. She tried to fix her curls as she straightened out her black dress. As she looked at the reflection, she almost couldnt recognize who was staring back at her. She must have aged 20 years in the passed three weeks.
Knock...knock...
" Honey...Are you almost finished?" Gordo called through the door.
" Give me a second." She replied as her trembling hands gripped the sink.
So much has happpened in the passed three weeks. More then her memory could latch onto and save. Hayden was caught and sentanced to life in prison for murder, sexual assult, attempted murder and drug abuse. They had turned off the machines on her darling baby girl and lay her to rest in the local cemetary, the planning had taken the roll on of pure hell for her, as well as her family and Gordo.
As Lizzie emerged from the bathroom, she clasped her husbands hand. He then led her to say goodbye to their departing guests.
(Five months later)
Gordo came up the steps and then peeked in the crack of the door, which was left open by his mourning wife. She layed in bed, her hair messed up, streaks of black was the only color on her face as her body heaved with sobs.
" Sweetie," Gordo spoke softly as he entered and made his way to the bed, " stop blaming yourself...everything will work out. She is in a better place..."
His face showed a worried expression as he held her in his arms.
" Baby, I know you miss her. I miss her too but she wouldnt want us to spend the rest of our days filled with depression. I want to move on for her. I want her to be happy and I think she will be happy if you were too. Lizzie, I love you so much. I need you right now...please...please get out of bed. You know she wouldnt want this."
She sat there in silence for a couple of minutes in thought. No...Alexis wouldnt want her acting like this. Why couldnt she have gotten over it as well as Gordo, who only sulked for weeks? Why couldnt she face Gordo when she felt so guilty for her daughters death? Almost as if reading her mind, Gordo spoke...
" Lizzie...its not your fault. The persons in fault is paying for it. Youre letting him win by doing this, sweetheart."
Lizzies puffy eyes met his, which were filled with unshed tears.
" Gordo, make love to me."
Gordo did a double take and looked at her with confusion.
" Its been months since we have, I just want to do something that will make me forget..."
"...Are you sure?"
She gave a stiff nod as she leaned in and kissed him. Her hands roamed his body as his undid her robe. Lizzie breathed in deeply as she felt her senses awaken as if from a long sleep.
She felt alive.
A/N: That was an odd request of her, I know and youre probably wondering why in the hell would she want to have sex while she is mourning over her broken life? There is meaning to it, I promise.