Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. My life is so hectic; it's not even funny. I've got practice, classes, school, lessons, and service hours to do. My good friend Missie (AndromedaBlack-thelesserknown) typed, sent to my other beta, and updated my last chapter for me. I love you, Missie! My other friend, Jenn (Roseofthegate) typed this chappie for me. I love you too Jenn! Now, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Miranda, Lizzie, or Gordo. I do own Catalina, Wendy, and Rose. They are my creations.

Chapter Eight

The First Talk

-That Evening-

-Lizzie's POV-

"Hey Gordo," I said as I walked into the kitchen after the kids had all gone to bed. I had many things on my mind and wanted to talk to my husband about them.

"What's up, my love?" my ever-adoring husband asked me.

"I need to talk to you about something," I said.

"Well, just start talking, and I'll start listening," he said with an adorable look on his face.

I wasn't sure what to tell him, but that look! I decided to tell him my biggest problem. I came to this decision as I came back to the present.

"Honey, Lizzie, Liz!"

"What?"

"I've been calling your name for the last five minutes."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just trying to figure out how to tell you what I need to tell you," I said. Then I thought, 'Why haven't I talked to him before? He IS my husband. We've told each other everything since, like, Junior High. Except this. No, THIS had never left my lips or entered his ears. Why hadn't I talked to him? He deserved to know. I felt like dirt; he (my beloved Gordo) had told me everything and made love to me many times, but I still hadn't talked to him. Why? Well, I'll tell him now and get this weight off my chest.'

"Lizzie, Honey, Liz!"

The moment of truth had come. I had finished thinking this when yet again I heard. "Lizzie, Honey, Liz!"

I realized that I had started to think and zone out again.

"Gordie, there's something I need to ask you."

"I know, you said that already, honey. What is it?"

I sighed. "Should we tell the girls? They have a right to know." Then I added on impulse, "Even Rose."

He sighed and put his face in his hands. "I had hoped…"

"I know, but I think they have found out," I replied mournfully.

"Yeah," he agreed. "We should tell them. It's their right to know."

"When?" I asked.

"Let's take them out to dinner tomorrow and tell them when we get home."

"Okay, I just feel so…so…rotten." As I said this, Gordo got up and came up behind me and started to rub my shoulders.

"I bet I can make you feel better," he said and then kissed the tope of my head. "We can lock the door," he said when I looked uncertain. He was so adorable standing there.

"Alright," I said. "But you better make me feel MUCH, MUCH better!"

"Oh, I will!" he said and picked me up and carried me upstairs, where he continued to convince me it was a good idea as he started to unbutton my shirt. In the time that followed, I knew that he did know how to make me feel much, MUCH better!

-That Evening-

-Gordo's POV-

I was sitting at the table in the kitchen reading a book. My Lizzie walked into the room, so I put my book down as she said, "Hey Gordo."

"What's up, my love?" I asked. I could tell that she was troubled and I wanted to help.

"I need to talk to you about something."

I put an adorable look on my face, hoping that she would talk if I did that, and said, "Well, just start talking, and I'll start listening."

When I said this, she looked relieved; then she got a weird look on her face. I let her be for a few moments and then started calling her name.

"Honey, Lizzie, Liz!"

"What?"

"I've been calling your name for five minutes," I said, looking worried. I was worried. What was SO important?

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was trying to figure out how to tell you what I need to tell you," she said, looking pained.

'What's so important? She's told me EVERYTHING since Junior High and we've made love many, many times,' I thought.

"Lizzie, Honey, Liz!"

She didn't respond.

"Lizzie, Honey, Liz!"

"Gordie, there's something I need to ask you."

"I know. You said that already, honey, what is it?" I asked exasperated, but I didn't let her know my feelings. I kept my voice calm and reassuring.

She sighed, "Should we tell the girls? They have a right to know—even Rose."

I sighed and put my face in my hands. So this was her problem. I regretted the act now, but I tried no to think about it. "I had hoped…" I trailed off.

"I know, but I think they found out," Lizzie replied sadly.

"Yeah, we should tell them. It's their right to know," I said, also regretful.

"When?" she asked me.

"Let's take them out to dinner tomorrow and tell them when we get home," I suggested, looking at her.

"Okay, I just feel so…so…rotten," she said. I could tell what she said was true, so I got up and walked over behind her and started to rub her shoulders.

"I bet I can make you feel better," I said and then kissed the top of her head.

At her uncertain look, I said, "We can lock the door," and then I waited uncertainly for an answer.

"Alright," she agreed. "But you better make me feel much MUCH better!"

I was relieved and exhilarated at the same time. "Oh, I WILL!" I replied. At that I picked her up and carried her upstairs, where I dumped her on the bed. I went back and locked the door. Then I went to my beloved Lizzie.

I kept murmuring convincing words as I laid her down and started to unbutton her blouse. I knew that I could make her feel much, MUCH better!

-Next Morning-

-Third Person Omniscient-

Unknowing to their sisters' thoughts or actions, all three girls woke up at the same times, with the same thought: I need to talk to my sisters! They all got out of bed and got dressed. They took off their pajamas, put on clean underwear, bra, shirt, jeans, and socks at the same time. (Unknowingly, remember) Because each girl had her own connected bathroom, they all brushed their teeth, went to the bathroom, and did their hair at the exact same time!

They all then decided to leave their hair down. The three girls left their rooms at the same time and seeing each other and their exact, somber, sad, determined, and mad faces, they followed Rose upstairs, having communicated silently, as only sisters can.

Rose led her sisters to her haven, the part of the attic she had cleaned years ago. The twins sat down on the mattress while Rose reclined in the chair. They sat in an uneasy silence for about five minutes. All three girls wanted to speak but didn't want to be the first. Then, all of the sudden, they spoke simultaneously.

"You guys are adopted," Rose stated bluntly, not knowing how else to say it.

"Catalina, Mom adopted us," Wendy whispered bitterly, still unsure and confused.

"Wendy, our mom is really Miranda," Catalina said, getting right to the point.

After a moment of stunned silence, the three said simultaneously, "How'd you know?" Then realizing what they had done, they started laughing.