Serena had taken Gia out for the day. Mrs. Goodall had gone with Mrs. Moran to look for new furniture for the house. That left Emma alone, but fortunately it wasn't for long. She called Jordan over, and he decided that to get her mind off Mr. Moran, he would also take her out. He had it all planned out. He knew how much she loved nature and photography, and combined the two into one outing by taking her to the butterfly conservatory. Emma loved butterflies and Jordan loved to see her smile, especially if he was the one to do it. He picked her up at her house and held her hand as they walked.
Emma brought her camera with her to the butterfly conservatory, and she was glad she had. She snapped some amazing pictures of butterflies and the plants that were in the conservatory. Even better, she had gotten several pictures of Jordan covered almost head to toe in butterflies. They were all drawn to him for some reason, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't shake the off.
"This isn't funny," he said as he gently ran his hand over his arm to discourage the butterflies from resting on him. "How do I get them off?"
Emma shrugged her shoulders and took another picture. Jordan frowned.
"You're not help."
"They like you."
"Can you tell them I'm not a flower?" Jordan asked and then couldn't stop himself from laughing as a butterfly started to tickle his neck.
Emma giggled, "I don't speak butterfly."
"Get it…" Jordan had to pause to laugh. It was like the butterfly knew exactly what it was doing, "off. Shoo… go away, butterflies. Land on her!"
Jordan flicked his arms out towards Emma. Some butterflies fell off, but they all fluttered back to him to rest. Emma giggled a little more and took another picture.
"This is the last time I do anything nice for you," Jordan huffed. "C'mon, Emma, isn't this getting old?"
Emma looked out from behind her camera and shook her head, "Humans and nature are one. It's everything I love together."
"Don't you have enough pictures to remember this moment?"
Emma snapped another picture. Jordan crossed his arms over his chest.
"Mommy! Mommy!" a little girl cried out as she pointed at Jordan, "Look! A fairy!"
"I don't want to be a fairy," Jordan whispered to Emma so as not to disappoint the little girl. Emma giggled one more time before gently brushing the butterflies away and leaning into Jordan. Some came back, and rested on his head, shoulders, and his back, but most decided it was enough and went to fly somewhere else. Jordan took Emma in his arms and held her close.
"Are you having a good time?" he asked her. Emma nodded her head. She pulled away from him and took her camera off from around her neck.
"Can you take a few pictures?"
"Yeah, sure," Jordan nodded. "Of what?"
"Anything," Emma smiled. "I want to know what the butterfly conservatory looks like from a fairy's point of view."
"Ha-ha," Jordan rolled his eyes. He lifted the camera and without aiming he snapped a picture of Emma. He looked to the screen to see what he got, hoping it would be something he could tease her with. He was disappointed to see he had missed most of her face. "Damn, this is harder than I thought."
When he looked up, he saw a sight that to him was even funnier than being covered in butterflies. Emma had a single pink butterfly which had landed right on her nose. Jordan chuckled as he held up the camera again and this time took a good picture.
Emma wrinkled her nose which caused the butterfly to leave and she looked up at Jordan. He lifted the camera.
"Got it."
-Megaforce-
Jordan had no idea butterfly watching and lunch could be so exhausting. He had taken Emma back to his house after their date so they could spend a little more time together, but she passed out on the couch. Jordan decided not to wake her. He had seen her the night before and talked to her then. He knew it was hard for her to sleep. At night, she spent more time staring at the ceiling than sleeping. So, she rested for a few hours, which gave him enough time to work on an idea he got while walking through the conservatory.
When Emma finally did wake, she blinked a few times before looking around. She saw she was back at the house and remembering the date, she smiled. It couldn't make up for losing Mr. Moran, but Jordan had been so sweet, and so attentive and patient with her. She liked knowing that there was still someone who wanted to take care of her; someone who wanted to see her smile. She watched him as he came out the kitchen, chewing an apple.
"Good evening, sleepy head."
"Evening? How long was I out for?"
"Long enough. I was just about to wake you. I have a surprise to show you."
"A surprise?"
"I made you something."
"What?"
Jordan took Emma's hand and walked her over to the kitchen, where he left a piece of paper on the table. Emma looked down, seeing he had recently drawn something.
"It's you," he told her as she picked up the paper. He showed her a picture he had taken on her camera. "I drew it while you were sleeping."
"It's me with the butterflies?"
"Yeah," Jordan nodded his head and smiled at Emma. "I hope you like it."
"Most of the butterflies are pink," Emma pointed to the picture he drew, then the one he took, "Not here."
"Pink is your favourite colour," Jordan said. "There's some yellow, some orange."
"Your favourite colour," Emma said. "What about the green ones?"
"Uh, I thought it looked nice," he shrugged. He looked down at Emma, "Why? Do you not like green?"
"No, I do. It's just… that was Mr. Moran's favourite colour. How did you know?"
"I didn't," Jordan shrugged. "It just kind of… came to me."
Emma hugged the picture close to her chest and leaned into Jordan, "Thank you."
"Do you like it?"
"I love it," Emma nodded her head. She looked at the picture another time. "How long did this take you?"
"Most of the time you were asleep," Jordan said. "I have a hard time making butterfly wings."
"They are all perfect," Emma smiled. "Thank you."
