Holding On, and Holding Out Chapter 3: End of an Era

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Jaylancie-Lizzie can go to the doctors IN Boston.

As Lizzie stepped off the airplane she was disappointed in seeing only Miranda there to greet her.

"Hey, Lizzie" She said cheerfully. "what happened to you? You were supposed to come home last week."

"I know" Lizzie replied, in a daze. "I was busy." It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth.

"How was it?" asked Miranda, still cheerful.

Lizzie paused. 'Oh, the wedding!' She thought. She had almost forgotten the wedding, and in the midst of everything else who could blame her? "Beautiful." She replied vaguely, as she walked past Miranda went to pick up her bags.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" Miranda said sounding disappointed.

Lizzie looked at her. She looked excited. 'At what?' Lizzie thought. Miranda didn't even know Angela. Miranda had gone to collage in Texas and Lizzie and Gordo had met Angela while at collage in Boston. "No." She replied bluntly.

"Why not?"

"Do you care what goes on in my life?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah"

"Then I need to tell you something." Lizzie said quickly. This was going to be harder then she thought. She had hoped it wasn't but it was. There was no doubt now.. "I'm pregnant." She said finally, hoping if she said it she might start to believe it.

Miranda was shocked. "What are you going to tell Gordo?" she finally managed to say.

"I don't know." Lizzie said. "I was always careful with Gordo, but in the alley I was unprotected. I guess I'll tell him it's his baby. He might accept that." But Lizzie doubted it. What if he did get that directing job? What would happen then? Would he leave and pursue his dreams? She was more scared now then she had ever been in her life. "I need to. talk to Matt." She said with difficulty.

As Lizzie pulled her car into her parents' driveway she realized she hadn't told them anything yet. But before she even rang the doorbell her mother came running out of the house. "Miranda just called and told us. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where's Matt?" Asked Lizzie, she wanted to find out what Matt would if he were in Gordo's place.

"He's upstairs." Her mother said to her. Lizzie raced up the stairs to Matt's room.

"Matt, I need to ask you something." Lizzie said. But before she could continue Matt spoke.

"Tell Gordo it's his baby and he won't leave you. He'll probably be happy and marry you. He was going to eventually, you know." Lizzie was stunned. That was the answer to her unasked question that she wanted.

"Thanks" She murmured. "I can do anything for you?"

"Actually you can." Matt replied. "You can send persuade mom to send me some homemade food every once and a while, when I'm at collage."

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Lizzie arrived at her and Gordo's apartment to find the door unlocked. Scared, she went inside and heard someone moving around in the bedroom. She thought it must be a burglar when she noticed some of Gordo's possessions were missing from the living room. Feeling brave she plunged into the bedroom. Relief flooded her. Gordo was back!

"Gordo!" She screamed. "You're back"

"Well I called to tell you but around the 15th call I remembered you had to go to Angela's wedding in Boston. By the way there's a message on the machine for you. Someone named S. Cress." Gordo said "But never mind that I've got a lot to tell you-"

"Me too." Lizzie interrupted. Gordo smiled at her and continued.

"I got a job to direct a movie trilogy." Gordo said and paused. "In LA."

"Of coarse, where else-?" Lizzie started.

"You don't understand. I'm leaving tomorrow." Gordo said softly "But I promise you I will come back." He added seeing how upset Lizzie looked. Lizzie nodded and went to check S. Cress's message. But before she could, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Lizzie said sadly.

"Miss McGuire?" said a voice on the other line.

"Yes." Lizzie replied, recognizing the voice as Stephen Cress.

"This is Stephen Cress, I am pleased to inform you that you have received the job of working with autistic children under the age of 15 at the School for Autistic Children.

"Thank you." Lizzie replied hardly daring to believe it. She hung up feeling better than she had in a while. It didn't matter that Gordo wasn't coming back now (she knew he wouldn't or he wouldn't have packed everything he owned). She would miss him, but with a baby, she would get over it, and now she found a good way to support herself.

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