Hello, everyone! I am back with another chapter of The Summer I Fell in Love. I have had a bit of the writing bug lately, and have some ideas for future chapters. As always, thank you for reading, and remember, please RATE, REVIEW, and FOLLOW. Enjoy!

Jordan's POV (Two weeks following injury):

For the past two weeks, I have been lounging around Nick's bungalow, per the orders of the doctor, and my worrisome fiancee. Nick was hardly letting me out of his sight, and has had me stay at his house. Not that I minded, I was growing quite tired of the bitterness of the Buchanan's house across the bay. It was nice to be surrounded by such love, warmth, and devotion for a change.

I was finally allowed to take off that silly sling that the doctor had me wear for a little over a week. It was truly embarrassing, and I hated that Nick had to see me with that god-awful thing on my arm. Of course, he always told me that "He found me beautiful no matter what". What a lovely man he is, I thought as I was lying on the sofa.

I never truly realized how much I value my hobbies and independence since my injury. I couldn't go anywhere during the day while Nick was at work, and really couldn't do much around the house, and I certainly could not play an ounce of golf. My days for the past two weeks have revolved around Nick. I would simply wait for hours until I would hear his car come up the driveway. That moment had become the highlight of my days. I look over at the clock and see how much longer I had to wait until Nick came home. It was ten o'clock now, and Nick wouldn't be home until about five. Thankfully, I had a doctors appointment for a follow up on my wrist at eleven. It certainly wasn't the most exciting thing, but at least it was something.

Eleven o'clock had rolled around, and the cab I called dropped me off in front of the hospital to see my doctors. I got right in and sat on the exam table waiting for the doctor to see me.

While I was waiting, I got another one of my nauseous spells. I had been getting them off and on for the past week. I didn't tell Nick, because the last thing I want to do is worry him. I figured that I must of caught a little bug, and it was nothing to worry about. The doctor came in and immediately looked at me with concern.

"Miss. Baker, are you feeling alright? You are looking awfully pale."

"Well I've been doing okay, my wrist seems to be healing, however I have been getting these little spells of nausea over the past week."

He nodded his head, and grabbed my hand to examine my wrist.

"Well, good news Miss. Baker, your wrist seems to be doing very well. However, since the golfing season is almost over, I would still like you to take a break and wait until next season to begin your training again."

I sighed slightly, as that was the news that I didn't want to hear. I felt that without golf and with Nick at work, I had no purpose. It was great that my wrist was on the mend, however, I wanted to get right back into the game, and show the competition that I was still a woman not to be reckoned with. As I began to leave the examining room, the doctor wanted to give me an examination to see why I was feeling so nauseous these past few weeks.

He began to feel around my abdomen, and asked if I was in any pain. I replied with a no, and then his questions got a little more personal.

"Miss. Baker, when was the last time you had your monthly cycle?"

I looked at him, slightly surprised at the question.

"Well doctor, now that I think about it, I should have gotten it about two weeks ago. I haven't thought much of it because of my injury. All of this stress must have something to do with it, right?"

He didn't seem to acknowledge my question, and then he really got into my personal life.

"Miss. Baker, are you sexually active?"

A bit shocked and embarrassed, I explain myself.

"Well doctor, yes I am, but it's only been with one man, and that man I plan on marrying. You see, you met him two weeks ago when I hurt my wrist, Nick Carraway. However, I don't see what any of these questions have to do with my spells of nausea or my wrist!"

"Miss. Baker, I'm glad you told me you're getting married."

"Well, why is that?"

"Because you are expecting a child."

I stared at the doctor with my eyes growing wider by the second. I didn't know how to feel. Thousands of thoughts were running through my head. 'Nick and I aren't even married! Oh this is awful, absolutely horrible timing! What is Nick going to think? Will he still love me, will he still want to get married?'

With the negative thoughts rolling through my mind, along came some positive ones. 'I have always wanted children, especially with a man that I love. Nick is so wonderful around children too, especially with Tom and Daisy's daughter, Pammy. He makes her laugh and smile, and plays around with her. He would be such a wonderful father. I don't think he would mind, it's not like he's marrying be because I am carrying his child, he is marrying me because he loves me. I hope'

My thoughts came to an end as the doctor got my attention. He told me that I was about eight weeks along, and that I was due in mid-March. He also said that I was to be very careful, and make sure to rest more than usual. I agreed, and made my way out of the office.

The cab ride home to West Egg seemed to drag on. The more I kept on thinking of having Nick's child, the happier I was. 'We created something together, out of love and bliss,' I thought to myself. Having this baby might be a blessing is disguise. If Nick was away at work during the day, and I couldn't play golf, now I had a new purpose, motherhood.

Arriving back into Nick's bungalow, I began to imagine a happy, little, bundle of joy run around the house, which brought me a euphoric joy. I placed my hand on my stomach, and simply felt pure love and happiness.

It was now three o'clock, and I decided to prepare a romantic evening for Nick and I. I wanted to break the news to him in a memorable way, and hopefully lighten the mood depending on how he would feel about it. I got out some of the nice tablecloths from the hutch in the dining room, and set the table with candles, nice cutlery, and plates. Even doing the most mundane thing like setting a table, I couldn't stop smiling. This was truly not such a boring day after all.

I finish making a lovely meal for Nick and I, and finally it is the best time of the day. I hear Nick's car coming up the driveway. I throw off my apron, and check my hair and makeup in the mirror. I make my way to the door and practically leap into Nick's arms.

I envelope him in a deep kiss, he is shocked at first, but then quickly wraps his arms around me and scoops me up into his arms.

Our lips separate, and he smiles down at me and says;

"Well that is quite the hello, Jordie."

I laugh, and smile up at him, "I can't help it darling, I am just so happy to see you. How was your day?"

"Well, it was alright, but seeing you right now has been the highlight of my entire day."

I giggle and simply bury myself into his arms. I am beginning to feel slightly nervous about telling him. However, I didn't want to spoil anything, tried to act as naturally as possible.

"What smells so good Jordan?"

"I made a nice, romantic, dinner for us this evening, darling."

I take his hand and lead him into the dining room to show him the table.

"Well, well! What brought on all of this?"

"Oh, nothing really, honey, just felt like giving you a little surprise this evening."

He kissed my temple, and I turn on the radio for him in the den, and tell him to relax before dinner is ready. I head into the kitchen and take a deep breath. This is it Jordan, now's the time.

I grab all of the dishes I made and make Nick and myself a plate. I go back into the den and tell Nick that dinner is ready.

I could hardly eat throughout dinner, I was so nervous. I was just pushing food around my plate to give off the idea that I was eating. Nick didn't seem to notice, and continued complimenting the meal, and talking about his day.

"So Jordie, what did you do today besides making this lovely meal?"

"Well, I had a doctors appointment for my wrist. It's healing quite nicely, and I should be able to do my normal routine again soon. Except, no golf until next season."

He grabbed my hand and rubbed it softly, "I'm so happy to hear that honey, I've been a little worried about you."

'Well, Jordan, this is it. Now is as good of a time as any.'

"And then the doctor wanted to give me a further examination."

Nick looked at me with concern in his eyes, "What do you mean, Jordan, is something else the matter?"

"No darling, nothing is the matter. I mentioned to him the nauseous spells I have been having for the last few weeks."

"Jordie, honey, you're worrying me. Are you sick, is something wrong?"

"He did a few tests, and there is only one possible explanation. Do you remember about two months ago, when we made love after the night we first met at Tom and Daisy's?"

"Yes, Jordan, but I don't see what that has to do with your health."

I grab Nick's hand, and look at him straight in the eyes; "Nicky, honey, I'm expecting a child."

I have never seen Nick's eyes grow so large in my entire life. After about a minute of silence, he began to worry me.

"Nick, aren't you going to say anything?"

He looked down at his lap, and I see tears fall from his eyes.

"Oh Nick, please don't tell me you're angry!"

He looks up at me, and in the most sincere voice, he said; "Jordan, you just keep making me the happiest man alive. I am so excited to make you my wife, and now you tell me that you're having our baby. Honey, I simply adore you."

He takes my hand, and brings me to his lap. I curl up on his lap, with my arms wrapped around his neck, and his arms around my waist. He begins to rub his hand in small circles on my lower abdomen, and kisses my temple.

"Nick, honey, you're okay with this, right?"

He looks at me with the warmest eyes, "Jordan, I'm not okay with this. I am over the moon about this. I am beyond thrilled that my best friend, the love of my life, and now the mother of my child is you."

I place a fleeting kiss on his lips, and bury my head into the crook of his neck. I couldn't believe that for a minute I was nervous about telling Nick. I had a new purpose in life. I was no longer just Jordan Baker the golfer. I am going to be the future Jordan Carraway, golfer, wife, and now, mother.