Liz drove home her head in the clouds. She still couldn't believe it. She was PREGNANT! THEY were going to finally have a child! She coasted into her sister's neighborhood. She had to stop at Isabelle's house first to pick up her stuff from last night - and of course to tell her the news! She quickly pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. She went up to the door and rang the chiming doorbell. Isabelle worked as a fashion designer, and she sometimes had afternoons off. Liz had seen her car in the open garage so she figured she'd be home.

Isabelle opened up her door with a flourish- like she always did everything with. Her eyes widened. "Liz- wow, that was fast!" She grabbed her arm and yanked her inside. " So what did the doctor say? What did you find out?" she demanded.

"Well the 'sickness' isn't terminal but it will stick around for awhile," she said smiling.

"I knew it!" Isabelle screeched at a decibel that only dogs could understand. "Ohmygod you're pregnant!" She said, taking both of Liz's arms with hers and jumping them up and down, right their in her foyer.

Liz laughed basking in Isabelle's excitement, she screamed with her and they both jumped up and down like five year olds. Thank god Nick wasn't home to see us! Liz thought to herself. She hugged Isabelle tightly. She could feel tears of joy come to her eyes. They would be able to go through this together.

"See Liz, I told you! I've just been having this vibe lately with you, like I knew you were pregnant or something. I just knew it Lizzy! It's that twin intuition thing. But ohmygod! We're gonna be pregnant together!" she exclaimed, totally not coming down from this high with her twin just yet. She knew this was a moment she'd remember for the rest of her life.

Liz laughed, "I wouldn't get too excited! I mean we still have 8 months of torture left ahead of us!" she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Well actually I've only got about 7 more ahead for me" Isabelle corrected. But still! I mean, we're still gonna look like twins!"

That was the first time Liz actually thought about her own body changes. The whole time she was thinking about the baby coming but Isabelle brought up a good point, "Ohmygod I'm going to be fat!" Liz said with a groan and a laugh.

Isabelle looked at her sister strangely. "You know, that's not something I ever thought I'd here you say" she said, giggling. "I mean, of

course it's ok for me to think and say something like that, but you..." she teased.

Liz had a shocked expression on her face, "You not worried either? Not just about becoming fat, I mean, what about labor? Won't it hurt!"

"Well of course I'm worried!" Isabelle said, looking at her twin.

"I mean, I've worked hard all my life for this body" she said, pointing at herself. "Well ok, maybe some of it was just God given, but- I don't want to be fat! I was actually pretty sure that I knew I never wanted to have kids cause I didn't want my body to change." Then she shrugged about the labor part "I don't know, I'm just more concerned with how I'll look." she said honestly.

Liz rolled her eyes, she figured. "Well good luck later when you have those things called contractions! Listen I have to get going, I gotta go home and tell Gordo!" she said smiling again.

Isabelle made a disgusted face. She didn't want to hear or think about things like that. Things like, contractions... "So, wow, you're pregnant...Man you guys really tried a long time" she lamented. "Must have been torture for Gordo" she said with a giggle.

Only Isabelle would bring that up, Liz thought to herself, "I guess" she said. "I'll call you latter. Love ya and say hi to Nick for me," she kissed Isabelle on the cheek and headed back out to her car before she could get caught up in Isabelle telling one of her long drawn out stories. Her stuff could stay there, she realized with a smile. There had

been something more important- telling Isabelle the news. And now there was something even more important than that- telling Gordo the news.

Liz drove home in a daze. She still could not believe it. She pulled onto the right side of the driveway and went up to the door. She opened the house with her key, "Hello anybody home?" she asked the empty house. No one responded. She shrugged and went to the kitchen. She put her briefcase down and went to the fridge. She poured herself a glass of milk. It was still early and she didn't expect Gordo home for another hour or so.

Gordo yawned as he drove home. He was tired because he had only gotten a couple of hours of sleep last night. He had been worried about Elizabeth when she left, and he was going over and over their argument in his head. And of course most of the boys had stayed over late, totally oblivious to Gordo's situation. Gordo hadn't bothered to shave this morning, so he had a stubble on his face, which was different for him, because he always was freshly shaven. He scratched his unshaven face thinking of Elizabeth. He couldn't believe Liz had just left. And Gordo- who had been ready to snap for about the past 3-4 weeks, because of Liz's behavior, lack of intimacy, giving up on a baby, obsession with work, her flu, her attitude, her coldness...and now, after last night, Gordo finally had it. He'd had a shitty day at work, and was in an even worse mood returning home to the house tonight than that he had left it it in- which wasn't in Pleasantville either.

Liz grabbed the a magazine and listened to the messages. She had three calls. Two of which were from Isabelle wondering where she was and the other was Isabelle asking what the doctor said. The other one was from her boss saying that she was working too hard and that he was going to let her take tomorrow off since they were ahead of schedule on the Christmas edition. "Thank god!" Liz said to herself. She knew she could definitely use another day off.

Gordo parked in the driveway and saw Liz's car right next to his. He sat there in his car, thinking. Every once in awhile he'd glance over at Liz's car.

Liz turned on the TV flipping through the channels. Nothing really seemed interesting so she turned it to the cooking channel for some ideas for dinner tomorrow. Since she was going to be home all day tomorrow she might as well make the most of it. Liz heard Gordo slam his car door.

Gordo grabbed his messenger bag, he hadn't bothered bringing his gym bag with him to work that morning cause he didn't think he'd feel like playing. So like the stubble, that was another thing that was a little off from the norm. Gordo opened up the front door.

Liz turned the TV down So she could hear Gordo. "I'm in the kitchen," she said trying to put as much energy in her voice as she could. Whether she would admit it or not, she knew she shouldn't have run off to her sisters leaving Gordo like that. He deserved better than that. But hopefully he had forgiven her.

Gordo came and stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and shifted all of the weight to one foot. His jaw was set.

Liz turned around and looked at her husband. He looked awful. She had to refrain from cringing. "How was your day?" Liz asked trying to stay cheerful.

"Apparently not as good as yours." Gordo snipped, staying in that position, annoyed by her good mood. Who the hell would be in a a good mood after an unresolved fight the night before? He certainly wasn't.

"Well, actually I had a pretty good day," Liz said standing up walking over to him. She choose to ignore his sarcasm. She tried to think of a way to break the great news to Gordo but before she could Gordo cut her off.

Gordo snorted. "A good day huh? So I guess the fact that you came home last night and chewed my head off, UNFAIRLY, then stormed out of here and didn't come back home last night, well gee, I guess all that pales to comparison with your good day at work" Gordo said angrily his voice laden with sarcasm.

"Listen we both needed a break from each other and I'm sorry I overacted," Liz said her voice calm and reasoning, "And you were right, I was wrong. Now I have something to tell you! will you please listen," she demanded.

"No you listen!" Gordo interrupted, no longer leaning against the frame. "Since when does having a major fight with your spouse get solved by leaving them to 'take a break'? I expected more from you Liz."
"Gordo, I doubt you really wanted me at the house last night, I mean the mood I was in and everything, but I have a reason for that If you will just listen!"

"I'm tired of listening to you! I'm tired of having to put up with all your crap. You haven't been attentive, you've been cold, you've been unreasonable- and I've had it. Maybe we do need a break, maybe I should try one myself, since yours seemed to work so well for you last night!" Gordo boomed, not quite looking Liz in the eyes. He scratched his itchy stubbly chin. "You have no idea how frustrated I am with you right now."

Liz was getting frustrated herself. She didn't have to hear this. This was the whole reason she left in the first place. "Does the fact that I've been sick, and overworked escape your pea brain?" Liz shouted back to him.

A vein in Gordo's forehead started pounding. "No it certainly doesn't. How could it- you only have reminded me of that like every day for the past 4 weeks!" he shouted back at her. "And just because you get a bad case of the flu and things happen to get crazy at work does not give you the right to take all of your problems out on me!"

"You're my husband, support me through sickness and health, REMEMBER?" Liz shouted back.

"And I have!" he practically screamed back, waiving his arms. "But all you've done is treated me horribly!"

"Well its not like you have treated me like a dozen roses either!" Liz yelled back.

"You know what Elizabeth- forget it! I'm done wasting my breath on this subject. And after virtually no sleep last night, I don't even have the energy for it. It's obvious you're just going to keep believing what you want to believe. So I'm gonna go and try to sleep. And just like my suggestion last night- it's going to be on the couch!" And with that Gordo stormed out of the kitchen.

Liz of course wasn't going to give this up, "Fine I don't really care where you sleep," her blood seethed. "In fact I don't even care If you live here anymore!"

Gordo rolled his eyes as his back retreated from her and her insanity. It was obvious their fight from last night was just an ongoing drama, and it would not be getting resolved anytime soon.