"Hey Mum! "Lizzie greeted her mother while pulling a nervous Gordo into
the kitchen, where her Mum was currently preparing Chicken Soup, Matt's
favourite. She pulled her backpack off and turned to Jo McGuire, holding
Gordo's hand. Lizzie deliberately laid her left hand against the counter,
allowing the ring to be seen.
"Mum, I have to tell you something." Lizzie said.
"Honey, can't it wait, my oven-fried chicken is due," she checked her watch. "3,2,1. Now." She slipped on the oven gloves before turning off the oven. Opening it, Lizzie sniffed a delicate aroma from the chicken.
"Okay, me and Gordo."
"Wrong, Gordo and I," Gordo gently corrected.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and continued, just as her Dad, Sam McGuire, walked down the stairs.
"Dad? Wh... What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked in surprise.
"Well, I came here because it is my house, and I came home early to spend some quality time with you all." Sam jokingly replied.
Jo chucked, then slipped her arm around Lizzie and her other arm around Sam's shoulders. "Well, our little baby here wanted to tell me..." Her words trailed off just as she spotted the ring. "Wha? What is this?" she shakily asked pointing at the ring, her eyes brimming with tears.
Sam turned around and too, was shocked to see a beautiful ring.
"Don't worry, Mum and Dad, this might be difficult for you, but... Gordo and I are getting married!" Lizzie nervously announced. After an awkward silence, Lizzie added, shaking her head. "Mum, Dad, please don't be angry with me, or Gordo. We can not get married if you want."
Jo couldn't control her tears now. It was all over her smooth, unwrinkled face. "No. No. I absolutely don't have any objections. You should have gotten married centuries ago! I'm telling you two lovebirds, you two were destined to get married..." Jo babbled on and on.
"Mrs McGuire, let's hear Mr McGuire's opinion, okay?" Gordo cut in before Jo could say anything else.
Jo nodded, dabbed her tears away and made a gesture, indicating that her husband could go on.
Sam was furiously nodding. "Of course! Gordo, no, David Gordon, you are a fine man, talented and hot." Saying that, Sam waggled his eyebrows, until Gordo blushed a shade of beetroot red. "You'd better take care of my daughter now. I'm giving her to you." He added, like in wedding ceremonies. He placed Lizzie's hand on his future-son-in-law's hand. "Now I proclaim you two, fiancé and fiancée! You may now kiss the bride!" Sam happily announced.
Gordo leaned in and kissed Lizzie lightly on her cheeks.
"Come on, you can do better." Jo shouted.
Lizzie moved her cheeks and pecked Gordo on the lips. Before she could pull away, Gordo caressed her face and deepened the kiss. She could feel her parents grinning like mad in the warm and happy atmosphere. She smiled as they pulled away.
"1 down. 1 more to go!" Lizzie whispered.
"Mum, I have to tell you something." Lizzie said.
"Honey, can't it wait, my oven-fried chicken is due," she checked her watch. "3,2,1. Now." She slipped on the oven gloves before turning off the oven. Opening it, Lizzie sniffed a delicate aroma from the chicken.
"Okay, me and Gordo."
"Wrong, Gordo and I," Gordo gently corrected.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and continued, just as her Dad, Sam McGuire, walked down the stairs.
"Dad? Wh... What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked in surprise.
"Well, I came here because it is my house, and I came home early to spend some quality time with you all." Sam jokingly replied.
Jo chucked, then slipped her arm around Lizzie and her other arm around Sam's shoulders. "Well, our little baby here wanted to tell me..." Her words trailed off just as she spotted the ring. "Wha? What is this?" she shakily asked pointing at the ring, her eyes brimming with tears.
Sam turned around and too, was shocked to see a beautiful ring.
"Don't worry, Mum and Dad, this might be difficult for you, but... Gordo and I are getting married!" Lizzie nervously announced. After an awkward silence, Lizzie added, shaking her head. "Mum, Dad, please don't be angry with me, or Gordo. We can not get married if you want."
Jo couldn't control her tears now. It was all over her smooth, unwrinkled face. "No. No. I absolutely don't have any objections. You should have gotten married centuries ago! I'm telling you two lovebirds, you two were destined to get married..." Jo babbled on and on.
"Mrs McGuire, let's hear Mr McGuire's opinion, okay?" Gordo cut in before Jo could say anything else.
Jo nodded, dabbed her tears away and made a gesture, indicating that her husband could go on.
Sam was furiously nodding. "Of course! Gordo, no, David Gordon, you are a fine man, talented and hot." Saying that, Sam waggled his eyebrows, until Gordo blushed a shade of beetroot red. "You'd better take care of my daughter now. I'm giving her to you." He added, like in wedding ceremonies. He placed Lizzie's hand on his future-son-in-law's hand. "Now I proclaim you two, fiancé and fiancée! You may now kiss the bride!" Sam happily announced.
Gordo leaned in and kissed Lizzie lightly on her cheeks.
"Come on, you can do better." Jo shouted.
Lizzie moved her cheeks and pecked Gordo on the lips. Before she could pull away, Gordo caressed her face and deepened the kiss. She could feel her parents grinning like mad in the warm and happy atmosphere. She smiled as they pulled away.
"1 down. 1 more to go!" Lizzie whispered.