It's the next story for the storyline that just won't end. I suggest reading the rest of the Fairy Tale Collection before reading this.

Disclaimer – Disney owns Lizzie McGuire. Everything else is mine.

A/N – "Thoughts" , This is set three years after Fairy Tale Aftermath and Kate's Prince Charming.

Chapter 1 – House Warming

Miranda stood on the deck of their brand new house and smiled as she slowly looked across the yard. After living the past three years in an apartment, they had bought their first home, in Hill Ridge. It was funny how all of them had wanted to get out of Hill Ridge and see the world but just a few years later they were all back, starting their own families.

They were currently having a house warming party with their friends. She quickly spotted Amy and Kate sitting on lawn chairs in the grass underneath the large oak tree that was in the far corner of the yard. She smiled a little as she saw Kate gently touch her pregnant belly. Kate and Ethan had been married a little bit over a year. In addition to Ethan adopting Caitlyn as his daughter, they were now expecting another child.

A few feet away was the grill were Ethan and now seven year old Caitlyn was talking with Larry and a now four year old Nick. As she watched the two men talk about something, she seemingly suddenly noticed how the two young children were growing up so fast. She then also noticed that one of the three children were missing.

"Where's Sasha?" Miranda thought for a moment.

But she didn't have to look far, because just then she heard a large splash followed by an excited squeal. Looking over at the pool on the other side of the yard, she couldn't help but smile. Sasha was sitting on top of Gordo's shoulders as he thrashed around in the pool. The four-year-old girl was laughing hysterically as she clung to him to keep from falling off. Sasha had become very attached to her favorite uncle.

Suddenly, a baby crying caught her attention and looking over at the gate, Lizzie and Todd walked into the backyard. Lizzie was carrying their month old daughter, Rebecca Miranda Braden.

Miranda walked off the deck and walked with Lizzie towards the lawn chairs. "How's my god daughter?" Miranda cooed as she gently traced Rebecca's chin with a finger.

Lizzie snickered, "Fussy. She kept us up all night."

Sitting down, Amy and Kate joined in on the ooing and awing over the little baby.

Amy snickered as she had overheard Lizzie, "Try having twins." The whole group started laughing as they remembered the twins as little babies.

"I am so not looking forward to that again," Kate said as she rubbed her now five month pregnant stomach. "So Miranda when are we gonna have a little Gordo running around?" Kate teased her with a smile.

"That's a scary thought," Lizzie quickly added sarcastically.

Miranda rolled her eyes and smiled. "We've talked about it but between the hours I'm putting in the shop with Lizzie gone and Gordo's being away filming, we just don't think we're ready. We want to be able to devote a lot of time and attention to our baby when we finally have one."

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a few months," Lizzie said with a grin.

Miranda was about to snap back but suddenly found herself being pulled up and slung over someone's shoulder. "What the!" she shouted. For a moment she was disoriented and she heard the other woman laughing at her.

As she was being carried towards the pool, she realized what was happening and thanked god for wearing her bathing suit underneath her tank top and jean shorts.

"David!" she yelled as they neared the pool. "Don't you dare throw me in!" Miranda roared at her husband.

But he didn't listen; reaching the edge, Gordo slipped her off his shoulder and into his arms, and then jumped into the pool with his arms wrapped around her.

Swimming back to the surface, Miranda was pissed and wanted revenge. Quickly spotting Gordo swimming in place a few feet away with a smug smile, she growled. "You're a dead man Gordon!" she shouted as she swam as fast as she could at him.

Gordo moved into the shallow end of the pool and prepared himself for Miranda's charge. As Sasha, Nick, and Caitlyn cheered from the edge, Miranda and Gordo wrestled in the water. After a few minutes, Miranda had jumped on his back and caused both of them to fall underwater. As they both came back up, Miranda grabbed Gordo's arm and twisted it behind his back.

"Say it!" Miranda yelled. Gordo laughed and shook his head no, which caused Miranda to put more pressure on his arm and shoulder. "Say it!" Miranda said again, this time laughing.

"You're the Queen," Gordo shouted and Miranda let go.

"Damn right," Miranda said as she stripped to her bathing suit and hoped onto Gordo's back.

Lizzie snickered from the pool's edge. "Who needs kids when you have each other," she called to Miranda, who just stuck her tongue out at her.

That night after the party, Gordo had just showered and was walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, he saw Miranda sitting in an armchair by the window. She was leaning over in the chair, holding her stomach.

"Rand?" Gordo said softly as he knelt down in front of her and gently put his hands on her knees. "You ok?"

"Yea," Miranda said after taking a deep breath. "Just a stomach ache."

"Did I hurt you this afternoon?" he asked very concerned about his wife.

Miranda smiled a little at him, "You didn't do anything. I've just haven't been feeling well all week." Slowly sitting up, she ran a hand through his hair. "I think I'm just coming down with a flu or somethin."

"Come here," Gordo said as he picked up his wife and they laid down on the bed together.

Miranda immediately snuggled into his side and Gordo protectively wrapped his arms around her. As he rubbed her back, Miranda slowly was lulled to sleep. For a brief while, he just laid there and watched her sleep.

"I hope you're not sick," he thought with a grimace. Aside from the obvious, Miranda was a grumpy sick person, she hated being stuck in bed and not being able to do even the most menial tasks. After gently kissing the top of her head, Gordo fell asleep too.

The next morning, Gordo was awoken to the sound of the toilet flushing. Reaching out, he felt the other side of the bed was empty. Slowly opening his eyes and sitting up, he slowly looked around, gathering his bearings. Rolling off the bed and onto his feet, he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway, he found Miranda kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up. Walking in, he knelt next to her and with one hand pulled her shoulder length

black hair out of the way of her mouth and face, and rubbed her back again.

When Miranda had finally finished, Gordo looked at her for a few minutes. "Rand, I'm taking you to the doctor."

"Gordo, I'm fine."

"No you're not. I find you doubled over last night and the past few mornings you've been throwing up. We're going to the doctors."

Miranda glared at Gordo but this time, she was met with a determined Gordo. She could be the most stubborn person anyone had ever met but from a young age, Miranda had learned that Gordo could be just as stubborn, especially when he was concerned about her. Letting out a soft sigh, she nodded.

Gordo kissed her forehead, "Take a hot shower and I'll call Dr. Taylor."

With Gordo's help, she stood up. As Gordo walked out to make the call, Miranda took her pajamas off and turned the shower on. Just as she was about to get in, her stomach made a strange lurching motion and she gently held a hand over it, trying to calm it down. "What is going on in there?"