AN: Oh my god. RL stepped in and I lost my internet connection since the last time I posted. Then, instead of trying to fix it I ended up working so many hours that I completely lost track of time and what-not and I decided that on my day off that I would fix it and I did. So without further ado, here's Chapter 10!

DISCLAIMER: The only people I own are those that you don't recognize. The ones that you do recognize, they belong to (the recently blown up) Vince McMahon, WWETitan Industries, themselves, etc. No money is being made off of this, so please don't sue. The only things I own are my clothes, TV, my many movies that I paid for, my cat, and my two French poodle puppies.

CHAPTER 10

"Hi Jordan," Rebecca said, "You didn't have to knock you know. Come on in."

"I know, but I wasn't sure if you were here or not." Jordan replied, sliding her shoes off and following Rebecca through the house. "Where are the munchkins?"

"They're at their grandma's tonight; weekly movie night or something like that." She laughed before sitting on the sofa, pulling her legs underneath her. "So, what's up?"

Jordan mimicked her sitting position. "Well, could I ask you something? And don't tell my mom I asked you this."

"Sure honey, what is it?"

"It's just. I was wondering if dad had known about me all these years and never told you; then you found out about it, what would you have done?"

"Well, that was blunt, even if confusing." Rebecca said. "I would've been angry at him, naturally. I probably would've left, but I know that I would come back to him."

"Even if you didn't trust him anymore?"

"Yeah, because I love him."

"If it were that easy," Jordan said.

"It can be sweetie." Rebecca said. "Jeff admitted his mistake, and you need to as well. He knows he screwed up and he's trying to make up for it. He's showing you his hand, and you're upping the bet."

"He hurt me though."

"Yeah, being lied to hurts; you know that, I know that, your dad knows that, and I'm sure Jeff knows that, but two wrongs don't make a right."

"But I didn't lie to him." She said, "I told him about my friends and how they could find anything about anyone at any given time."

"No, but you undermined him." Rebecca said, "By going to your friends to find out the details of his past. That probably made him feel like you didn't trust him."

"But if I hadn't done that then I wouldn't have ever found out about his kid."

"Do you honestly believe that?" Rebecca asked, "Deep inside Jordan, do you honestly believe that Jeff wouldn't have told you; ever?"

Jordan stood up and ran a hand through her hair. Pacing, she said, "I don't know Rebecca, truthfully, I don't know. My heart says that he would've told me sooner or later, but my brain tells me that he wouldn't have ever told me."

"Do you still love him?"

Jordan looked over at her. "What do you think?"

"I think you do, but you're not listening to that love." Rebecca stood and placed a hand on Jordan's shoulder. "Follow your heart sweetie; it has never lied to you. You can talk to anyone about this, but it ultimately comes down to what you want. No matter what you decide to do, just know that your mom, brothers, sisters, your dad, and I will support you."

Jeff reached blindly toward the nightstand where the insistent ringing was coming from. Slamming his hand down on the alarm clock, he opened his eyes wearily before pulling himself up. Scratching behind one of his dog's ears, he flipped the blanket off his body and stretched. Grabbing a pair of warm-up pants, he slid them on before walking out of his bedroom. Stepping over a few more dogs he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Stopping to scratch the fourth dog he saw, he hollered through the house, "Let's go guys," before pushing the back door open and letting them out. Closing the screen door, he watched as they all ran through the fenced area, his mind focused on Jordan; her bright smile, her sinful voice, her crystal-colored eyes, and her joyous laugh.

Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "It's over. Get over it," before striding to his fridge and pulling out an orange. Peeling it with his fingers, he strode back over to the door and continued watching his pets, and letting his mind wander back to Jordan.

Later that afternoon, Jeff stood with his hands on his hips as Jamie walked up his walkway with his daughter. Seeing his little girl took some of the ache away, but not completely. "Thanks for bringing her." Jeff said by way of greeting before taking the bright pink Barbie bag.

"How long are you home?" Jamie asked as shifted the sleeping girl into his arms.

"Until Friday night," He answered. "How's Mark?"

"He's fine." She answered, "Is it okay if she says until then?"

"Yeah, she can stay until Friday."

"Thanks." Jamie said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll see you then."

Jeff nodded before she turned and walked away. Lifting the sleeping girl up higher on his shoulder, he carried her inside before gently laying her down on the couch. Brushing the hair out of her face, he sighed. Grabbing a blanket, he draped it over her small frame before going into the kitchen to make dinner.

Jeff laughed as his daughter pranced around his living room in her pink princess tutu, bright orange shirt, purple sweat pants, and pink socks with white bows on the side. 'Well, she has my weird tastes,' he thought before picking her up and swinging her around. "Well pumpkin, it's time for bed." He said.

"I not tired, daddy." Samantha said before yawning.

"Sure you aren't." Jeff said, before carrying her up the steps. Carrying her into the once spare bedroom, he gently plopped her down on her bed. "Let's see, what type of pajamas do you want to wear?"

"I doe no." She said with a shrug. "I wear dis."

"Don't be silly. You can't wear that to sleep in." Jeff rolled his eyes, before pulling out a pair of green pajamas with monkeys on them. "How about this?"

"I guess," She pouted, before she started pulling her tutu off.

Jeff helped her change, and once that was done he deposited her back into the bed. "What book do you want to read tonight?"

"Mermay book," She said with a smile.

"Mermaid book?" Jeff asked, hoping that Jamie had packed it. Going through her bookbag, he found it before turning back. "Okay, here we go." He grinned, before he began to read.

Once Jeff made it back into his bedroom, he dropped onto the bed stretching his lithe body out. Grabbing his cell phone, he checked his messages. The one person he secretly wanted to hear from floated through the line.

"Hey Jeff, it's me." A sigh, "I was just calling to tell you that I screwed up. I shouldn't have had my friends do what they did. I should have been honest with you, instead of jumping down your throat." Another sigh floated through the line. "I guess why I'm calling is to apologize, but I'd rather apologize in person. Hopefully I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Jeff sighed before pulling the phone away from his ear. Hitting the 'end' button, he dropped the phone to the bed before letting his head fall back. "I'm sorry too Jordan. I'm sorry too."

Jordan sighed as she played with the phone in her hand. Part of her wanted to call the number she blackmailed out of Amy, while the other half tried to tell her that it was his turn. Before she could talk herself out of it, she dialed the number and waited. Before she could hang up, someone answered.

"Hello." A little girl's voice floated over the phone.

"Is Jeff there?"

"No. It's just me and my daddy." The same voice said.

"Can I talk to your daddy?"

"He plays with the doggies."

"Oh, he's playing with his doggies."

"Yeah," The little girl sighed. "Who dis?"

"I'm Jordan. Who's this?"

"My name is Samantha."

Jordan gasped softly, realizing why the name sounded so familiar. 'I'm talking to Jeff's daughter,' she thought, before saying, "It's nice to meet you Samantha."

"You too Jodan."

"Is your daddy done playing with the doggies?"

"Yeah, here is." Samantha took the phone to her dad, sitting it in his lap.

"Who were you talking to?" He asked.

"Some lady named Jodan." Samantha said. "I like her daddy; she's nice, but she want to talk to Jeff. Can I play now?"

"Go ahead." Jeff said softly, before placing the phone to his ear. "Hello."

"Hi Jeff."

"Jordan," He smiled, "How, uh, how are you?"

"I'm doing okay; how are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She answered. "I got your house number from Amy. I hope that's okay."

"That's fine, don't worry about it." He said, walking and following his daughter as she played with one of his calmer dogs. "So what have you been doing since you got back home?"

"Working." She laughed.

"I didn't know you had a job," Jeff said, then cringed. "That did not sound how I meant it to."

"It's okay." Jordan said softly. "I get that a lot."

"So what is it that you do?"

"I'm a medical transcriptionist." Jordan answered. "A few doctor's send in some dictation tapes to my boss and she downloads them and sends them to me via e-mail and I type it down and forward it to my boss, who then passes it along to the doctor's."

"So that's why you're never without your laptop."

"That's right." She said with a smile. "At first I only did two or three, but now I type up nine different ones from different doctors. I even do your guys' stuff."

"Really?" Jeff asked. "You type our doctor's transcripts."

"They're not really transcripts, per say. They're more of what the doctor saw, and what he did to fix it."

"But you have to follow that HIPPA thing, huh?"

"Yeah; that was one of the first papers I signed when I took the job."

Jeff nodded, even though she couldn't see. "Sounds interesting."

"It's not." She heard a bang, followed by a scream.

"Shit. I gotta go." Jeff said, "Bye."

"Bye." Jordan said, but was met with dead air.

With Love and Chocolate Cookies!

Lucky