Chapter Seventy Seven
Why didn't Jordan mention meeting Evelyn at daddy's office?
Why I am even bothered?
He's with me, not her!
Jordan appears uncomfortable so I won't press him yet, because we still have tomorrow's brunch to get through!
Changing the topic, "I'm sorry, forget that!" I corrected myself, waving off my previous question.
"What is it?" I smiled at his frown, hoping what he wants to tell me isn't bad.
Jordan got all serious, "Jade mention that our mother isn't keen on you and I." Jordan explains the reason for his discomfort and it wasn't that horrible bitch, Evelyn.
Nodding, "okay." I shrugged, hoping to downplay it as I jumped into Jordan's bed.
Chuckling, he smiles softly. "Yeah, don't worry about it," he says, joining me in downplaying it.
Smiling, I sat on his bed, gazing round the room, that's so manly.
Dark wooden furniture, navy blue drapes. A vast difference from my lighter sunny shades.
"Jordan," I suddenly remember my apartment at Rosie. "My stuff at Rosie," I started. I have little furniture and appliances at her apartment and letting it go, feels so final.
Dimming the lights, Jordan joined me on the bed, "you want to bring it here?" He asks, surprise.
I know my stuff will appear out of place here but it's mines. Still that isn't what I wanted to tell him.
"Actually, I was thinking," I started.
The lines between his forehead creased, as he stared at me curiously.
"I already paid for half a year, maybe I can keep it, so Rosie and I can have a place to hang out when I go over." I nod confidently.
Folding his arms against his bare chest, "you mean, like your girl cave," he smirks.
Shrugging, I yawned. "Yeah, that's a good idea ." I clapped gleefully.
It's settled. I'm keeping my apartment at Rosie, which means no one can take my place in her life. I thought selfishly.
Jordan, pulls me towards him, "lets hit the sack, we have a long day ahead of us." He tells me, leaning on his pillow, just holding me in his arms.
"What's really bothering you?" I asked in the dim silent room, sensing his uneasiness.
"My mother could be a real bitch and I just want you to ignore her because grandpa's going to be upset if she ill treats you." Jordan's husky voice breaks the silence of the night.
"Don't worry," I chuckle throwing an arm over his chest. "I'll be fine." I assured him.
Hugging me tightly against his chest, I heard the rapid pace of his heartbeat relaxing.
I can't let him know I was already nervous hearing about his mother's thoughts about me.
I don't know my mom and grew up with a woman, I thought was my mom. Even though she didn't have time for me, she was in the house, nonetheless.
Mrs. Ambrose also proved she never considered me a daughter.
Now I realize Jordan's mother is the closest person I will have to a mom and I'm not going to spoil it by being unkind because of her dislike of me, being with her son.
I fell asleep with my thoughts all over the place but one thing I am determined to do, is not come between Jordan and his mother and kill her with not only kindness but love and patience.
Thankfully, I was able to get some shopping done before bumping into Rawle Ambrose on another of my last dreadful days in Seattle.
Dressed in a while and blue floral long sleeved knee length dress which I consider appropriate to meet my in-laws for the first time.
Smiling nervously at the girl staring back at me and the man who snaked his arms around my waist.
Leaning his chin on my shoulder, "you look beautiful," he whispers.
Chuckling, I spun around in his arms. "I hope you say that on our twenty fifth wedding anniversary." I gaze at him adoringly.
Shaking his head, "oh, I promise," Jordan assure me, kissing me lightly on the lips, before making place to stand in front the mirror.
Raising an eyebrow. "We match," he laughs and it was only then that I realize his crispy white shirt tucked neatly inside his light blue jeans.
"Yeah we do." I agreed, twitching my lips. "I hope your family don't find that cheezy." I tell him.
Jordan walks to his inside table beside the already made up bed.
Taking out a small rectangle box, Jordan walks towards me, whilst opening it.
With a simple gold necklace in hand, "turn around," he turns my shoulders to face the mirror and quickly secured a gold necklace around my neck, with a small eternity pendant set in diamonds, in the middle.
Reaching up, I touch it gently.
I've never had something given to me that emotionally moved me.
Lifting my eyes to meet Jordan's in the mirror.
"It's beautiful," I whisper softly.
Holding me against his chest, "never take it off." He says, kissing the top of my head. "Now, let go, I don't want you to be late on your first time at brunch." Jordan moves away, leaving me to get my thoughts together.
Taking up my handbag, I joined Jordan standing in the doorway waiting on me. "Don't worry, It's going to be fine," he promises again and for the first time in a long time I felt myself returning Jordan's soft smile with a strained one.
"We will visit Rosie afterwards so you can collect whatever you need to use and leave the rest there for when you have your girls time." Jordan makes light conversation as he drove to his parents home, where I am suppose to be having brunch every Sunday from now on.