There was something else. Something else he wasn't telling her. Jordan knew that Ducky was holding back information that would help her comfort him.
She knew his mother's death wasn't the only thing on his mind. There had to be something else. He hadn't been himself lately, and Jordan was intent on getting to the bottom of it.
She pressed herself against him, trying to get him to tell her what was on his mind. As she felt him wrap his arms around her, holding her against him, she knew she would have to ask to get any response from him.
"What's wrong Donny?" Jordan asked, trying to sound as comforting as possible.
"It's- it's nothing Jordan," Ducky replied, sounding unsure of himself.
"Donny, there is something else wrong, but I don't know what."
"I am fine Jordan."
"No Donny, you're not. I can tell."
"I am afraid of losing you," he barely finished before he started weeping.
Jordan looked into her husband's deep, sparkling, ocean blue eyes, and her heart broke in two.
"Donny... I had no idea... I-"
"It's fine Jordan."
"No it's not."
"Jordan..."
"It's ok Donny," Jordan soothed him. "I'm here. Don't worry."
Making eye contact with her husband, she finally noticed the tears streaming down his face.
She let him bury his face in her shoulder and placed her hand on the back of his head, signalling to him that it was ok to cry. She knew no one thought of her husband to be the type to betray his emotions easily. He wasn't, however the only person he showed deeper emotions to was her.
Ducky backed up and looked at her. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her against him in a warm embrace, seeming to never want to let go. Jordan moved closer and put her hand on the side of her husband's face.
She started singing to him. She hoped it would make him feel better.
Ducky listened to Jordan sing, her beautiful, pure voice penetrating the silence of the room. He held her even tighter, allowing the warmth of her body to calm him.
There were some types of emotional pain only Jordan could heal. This was one of those times where she was his sole source of comfort.
He closed his eyes and listened. He imagined the simpler times. The times where no one was trying to kill Jordan. The times where he wouldn't have to constantly worry about losing her. The times he could hold her and not just to protect her, where he could hold her and know everything was going to be ok.
He held her against him, accepting her comfort, letting her tell him everything was going to be ok. Holding her and believing everything was going to be ok, because she had told him, and he believed her.