Modern Family Lizzie Novels & Stories

To say that Harrison had been angry would be an understatement. "That doesn't sound at all intimidating," Abby joked. Mark smiled. "My mom will be too interested in talking about Harrison's wedding. Or when Caleb's getting engaged. Or about my sister Lizzie—she'll be home for the first time in a while." Now Abby was doubly intrigued. "Lizzie? Isn't she a musician?" "Yeah. If our mother hates that I own a ranch, she probably hates that Lizzie is a musician even more." Abby tasted the chili and after adding a little more salt, she turned the burner down to low. "Your mom is certainly...memorable."

Then, to everyone’s shock, Lisa rose and gave Lizzie a hug. “That’s wonderful news, sweetheart. A baby! Dave, did you hear that? I’m going to be a grandmother!” Lizzie’s eyes bugged out. Her brothers’ mouths were all hanging open. Jubilee beamed and came to sit beside Lizzie. “I’m due March seventeenth.” Lizzie touched her abdomen. “And Trent Younger is the father.” That got the expected response: a groan from one of her brothers, and a narrowing of the eyes from her parents. Lizzie jutted out her chin.

I felt a little shot of satisfaction at having gotten to give Dalton the credit he deserved. Teddy leaned back in his chair, his hands folded over his considerable belly. He gazed past me for a few minutes, and I sensed he was pondering something so I stayed quiet. After a minute, he leaned in a bit. “You know,” he said. “Lizzie is a couple years younger than you. She’s going to community college right now, and she’s been making a lot of noise about wanting to dance more. She’s been teaching one class for Ned Eclair, but she really wants to do more. You know she took classes from your mom a long time ago.” “I didn’t know that.”

Tony’s POV The drive home seemed longer than the drive there. “Daddy,” Lizzie runs straight to me. I scoop her up in a tight hug. I get what Zach was saying about missing his kids. Lizzie has light brown hair and her mother’s eyes. She has my round face, and sadly, she has my eyebrows. Poor girl. She has Sophie's cute little nose and what looks like a tiny mouth, broadens into a perfect smile. “Hey,” Sophie's voice rings out as she brings the boys to meet me.

She pointed at Lizzie, her hand trembling, as the betrayal settled in her bones. Lizzie rolled her eyes, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. “What? Spit it out if you’re going to,” she snapped. “Honestly, Mother, I do love you. That’s why I’m telling you to go. Find a hotel, cool off, whatever. You don’t belong here anymore. You’re toxic for the family brand.” “You… you’re a devil,” Carina whispered. Lizzie just sighed and started for the kitchen.

“No, I’ve been lying in a hospital bed for days. I’d rather sit with you for a bit.” “Good.” Mrs. Smith Sr. turned to Mrs. Wood. “Is the soup ready? Bring her a bowl.” “Yes, ma’am. I’ll put Miss Liz’s things away first.” Liz sat down beside Mrs. Smith Sr. and glanced at the TV. It was playing a popular teen drama. She smiled. “Grandma, you watch shows like this now?” “Of course. I may be an old lady, but I’m a trendy old lady.” Liz chuckled. “I can see that.”

—but considering what his sister would do to him if he woke up the baby… “Trent’s at La Bonita until this evening. How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” “It’s been a week, Lizard.” Lizzie, with her dark hair and bright green eyes, looked like one of the Thorntons, although she and Seth only resembled each other in their hair and eye color. She was the opposite of him in every other way: slender and of average height, she was quite a bit shorter than him and had been since he’d outgrown her in junior high.

“What mission?” “To stop being obsessed with one man.” I nearly choked. “Lizzie!” “What?” she defended shamelessly. Williams blinked slowly. “Mommy is obsessed?” “No!” I answered immediately. Lizzie snorted loudly. “Anyway,” she continued proudly, “you and I are going to eat ice cream and judge people on television together.” Williams looked tempted immediately. “What flavor?” “I bought chocolate.” His betrayal was instant. He gasped dramatically. “You didn’t tell me!” Lizzie placed one hand dramatically over her chest.

Leo wouldn't have asked that question if he didn't notice something. "What kind of dude gets all hot and bothered when he hears a lawyer has to append a contract? He's definitely up to no good. You might want to watch your back with this guy Adam." I sighed and nodded. "I will. Thanks for doing this Leo. Regards to the wife and kids, yeah?" "Sure thing. Lizzie's been asking when you'll be coming over for dinner again. That girl is definitely smitten with you." I laughed at those words. Lizzie was his last child, a ten year old daughter with adorable pigtails. I'd had dinner with her family sometime last year and she had never forgotten it.

She took a cup of popcorn and turned on the TV. With a mouthful of popcorn, she asked, “So, you and my dad…what are you guys like, an item?” Lizzie reluctantly admitted as she relaxed on the chaise with Alexis, "Yes, we are, but it’s complicated." “Good luck with that. My dad's complicated with anger issues. If you last more than a year, you're special," Alexis remarked. Lizzie scoffed and then used the opportunity to inquire about Alexis mom, “And your mom, did she last for up to a year?”