hey guys! wow i am soooo sorry it took so long to update, i just had all of my finals in 2 days so i have been studying like crazy. BUT i'm all done now so i can write endlessly for all of you! yay lol.

so for this chapter i was thinking of pulling a finding nemo.. you know, like "Miranda? Oh, that's a nice name...

haha but i'd figure you would all never read this again and it'd be pretty corny so i kind of overruled myself, but i think i'll give you the next chapter now!!

Don't own it...

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Chapter 4: The True Story

3-year-old David Gordon watched as cars and buildings zoomed by the outside of the window. He had never been this way before, so he paid close attention.

They were in a car now, Gordo knew that much, but he couldn't understand why both of his parents were in the backseat with him.

Flashback

"I have a surprise for you, darling," Mr. Gordon said to his wife, an ecstatic look on his face, and a hand behind his back.

"What is it this time, Howard?" Mrs. Gordon replied, a little more eager than she let on, as most are when they're told of a surprise in store for them.

Howard Gordon winked at his toddler, who had stopped playing with blocks to listen to his parents.

"I have something to show you," the man said, with false nonchalance.

"Oh! Where is it?" Mrs. Gordon asked, growing increasingly excited.

"Chicago!" Howard exclaimed, pulling three plane tickets out from behind his back.

The expression on Howard's wife's face transformed from excitement to pure confusion.

"Chicago? Howard, we're going to New York in a week."

"I know, that's why our plane's leaving in 5 hours, c'mon let's go pack!" The look on Mr. Gordon's face was that of such pure joy, that Roberta didn't want to upset him; so she didn't.

"Oh. I-um-okay..." She reached down and picked up her son, who was grinning broadly at her. He reached one of his small hands over and started to play with one of the earrings dangling from her ears.

"Hi, Mommy," Gordo said.

Roberta Gordon started at her absolutely angelic son.

"Hi baby, want to help me pack?"

"Going Lizzie's?" the child asked. Whenever he heard the word 'pack,' he assumed he'd be staying over at his best friend's house, as he had done so many times before.

"No, sweetie, Dad said we're going to Chicago," she told her child, and herself as well.

"Chicago?" The boy cocked his head to the side and gave his mother a confused look.

"Shh," Roberta rubbed the boy's back soothingly and tried to comprehend the situation.

End Flashback

Gordo's mother's voice broke through the silence of the car, and interrupted the boy's thoughts.

"Howard, I know you're excited, but don't you think this is a little, um, well," she paused, "all of a sudden?" She tried not to break her husband's jubilant mood with a touch of factuality.

"Oh no, I've been planning this for weeks now," he replied, his grin never leaving his face.

"Oh right," his wife said, "of course." She sighed and looked out the window, then over at her son, who had fallen asleep and was dozing peacefully in the carseat.

Howard's cell phone rang, and he answered it quickly.

"Hello- yes, just pack it up and ship it tomorrow. Good- great- ok- bye." He said into the phone.

Mrs. Gordon listened in, but didn't know what to make of the fragments of conversation she had heard.

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The Gordons arrived at the airport, boarded the plane and found their seats without a problem.

Gordo, who had never been on a plane before quickly started to observe his surroundings.

"You're sure he's safe in that thing, Howard?" Mrs. Gordon asked her husband. She looked over at her son in the window seat. He was sitting in a booster-type seat made specifically for toddlers on plane rides.

"Yes, dear, look at him, he's thoroughly enjoying himself, " he answered, enjoying his immunity to his wife's 'mother-bear' instincts when it came to their darling son.

Roberta Gordon listened to her husband, and looked at her son. His blue eyes were fixated on a moth that was fluttering in front of his face.

She smiled and watched Gordo. His small mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide. The moth rose up slightly, and started to roam towards the back of the plane. Gordo's eyes followed the moth, and his head rose straight up to keep it in view. When the moth ventured out of sight, Gordo brought his head back to a relatively normal position and turned to look at his mother.

"Hey, sweetie," his mother said, escorting a lock of curly brown hair away from the child's eyes.

"Hey, Mommy."

Gordo looked out the window, and the plane started to back out of the gate.

As soon as the plane embarked on its trip down the runway, Gordo and all of the other young children on the plane began to cry until their ears had popped and their mothers had sufficiently calmed them down.

The plane arrived safely in Chicago and the Gordons got off the pane, collected their baggage, and hopped into a taxi. Howard Gordon rattled off an address, and the drive nodded in recognition.

"We're here!" Mr. Gordon got out of the car, and took the luggage out of the trunk. He paid the driver and turned to his wife, who was becoming increasingly confused by the day's events.

"Surprise, surprise," Howard said to his wife. A huge grin adorned his face as he pointed to a white house.

"Howard, what are you talking about, what are we doing here, I knew this a bad idea..." the woman continued mumbling until her husband politely cut her off.

"No, honey, this is the surprise," he explained.

"The house?" she asked. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in.

"Yes!" He grabbed his son ad lifted him into the air, spinning him around and around.

"Howard, did you buy this house?" Roberta asked him. Her tone was sharp, as was her expression.

Mr. Gordon set his son down on the ground and scratched the back of his head.

"Sort of."

"Howard Gordon you bought a house, packed up our family, and moved us here without letting me know? What were you thinking? What about our other house? Our jobs? Our friends?" The look on her face was murderous. Howard could almost see the sparks in her eyes. She was standing stick-straight, with her arms locked slightly behind her hips. Her body was rigid; her fists were clenched and she was shaking slightly.

"Well, I, um..." he faltered, unsure of what to say. He had thought that she would think it was a great idea. It was a great neighborhood, the schools were excellent. The weather was good for the most part, and he had a job lined up...

"Howard," the woman seemed to calm down and inhale the ability to reason with the situation, "what else?"

Howard relaxed slightly when he noticed she wasn't a human volcano about to bombard him with burning rocks. He shivered with the cool breeze.

"Well, the cars will be here next week," he started, "and the rest of our furniture will be here on Sunday," Mrs. Gordon raised an eyebrow. "We sold the house to a lovely young couple from Florida..." Roberta's jaw dropped slightly.

"You sold the house..." Roberta whispered to herself.

Howard hung his head and led the way to the front door. His wife bent down to pick up Gordo and she numbly walked inside.

"I thought you'd love it..." Howard whisper, his head still bowed in shame.

"Lovely," Mrs. Gordon said with substantial sarcasm, "where's the phone?"

"I-it's not h-hooked up yet," he replied. His wife frowned. She was getting more and more disgusted with the state of things as each moment passed, and she was making it perfectly clear that she was furious at him as well.

"I have to make a call," she stated irritably. Gordo squirmed in her arms and she let him down. He walked over to his father and grabbed hold of his pant leg.

Howard looked down at his son, and if his wife hadn't portrayed to him the error of his ways, the tidal wave of reality instantly came crashing down on him. As he looked down into his son's blue eyes, he realized just how clouded his judgement had been. How could he do this? How could he drag his family away from the happiest lifestyle they'd ever known? He'd just disconnected his son from his only two friends, and brought them into a whole new world without so much as a second thought.

The young boy tugged lightly on his father's pants and walked toward his mother. A tear rolled down Howard's cheek as he approached his wife for the first time that night, guided by his worried son.

Roberta smiled weakly and took her husband's hand. They picked up Gordo and stood together in an awkward sort of family hug.

"Looks like we're home then," Roberta said to Howard, looking at the two males in her life.

"Looks that way."

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