Thanks for all your reviews guy's...

So this is chap 3!...I hope the you liked...Thank's to 6sou and anacharlie, because they wrote in this chap as well...and of course to Steph my correcting girl!(I know the I say this on the board..but thanks again Stephy!) Haha...

The part of the Weddings planners I took the inspiration from the Movie ...who have that name...(Jennifer Lopez play as wedding planner)so if you as watch that movie probably you would catch more the thing about the song! evil grin ...I added my fav song from CJ as well..."Ordinary People" by John Legend from my fav episode ever! "Skin and Bone"!

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Chapter 3: La tristezza è ancora qui (The sadness is still here)

Paul was finishing his confessionary duty for this day. Even though he was a priest, hearing people talk about their sins all day was…exhausting. Some were just silly things but others; there was pain there, regret and sadness.
'But for today those things are over,' he thought in relief. He was planning to take to his study - read and listen to music to relax himself. But destiny had other plans for him.
"What on earth? Oh no" Paul whisper to himself, worried and a little annoyed..
Walking threw the garden was someone very familiar to him now since their encounter two month ago. Woody.
"Another round?" Paul asked irritated.
"Actually no….I came for Christian reasons" Woody told him seriously
"Excuse me?" Paula raised an eyebrow
"I want to confess."

Paul was in the confessionary….."How strange life is. First I'm who has to answer the questions and now it's him. Weird." he thought at Woody starts to speak
"Forgive me father for I have sinned it has been 3 months since my last confession" Woody starts
"And what is it that you wish to confess?" Paul asked.
"I'm getting married to a great woman." Woody started, "But I love another one. She ran away and she's pregnant with my child. I've been lying to my fiancée ever since I got the good-bye letter. I've been trying to track her down ever since that night, but she evaporated in thin air." He stared the priest.
"Well, those aren't really sins expect for having pre marital sex." Paul said trying to calm the moment but Woody went on.
"And the one man, who knows where I can find her, refuses to tell me. The one person on Earth that can allow my child to have both parents says he cannot help me." Woody finish sadly
Paul didn't answer. He couldn't.
"How can you officiate a ceremony knowing what you know?" Woody tried, but he just couldn't understand "When you know I love Jordan and I want her and our child. How can you allow this to go on?"
"That is not my choice." Paul shot back, "You have free will to end the commitment with Tallulah whenever you want. The problem is your lack of strength."
"Excuse me!"
"If you love Jordan as much as you claim ever since she left, you would have listened to her when she tried to tell you how she felt." the priest stated, "More than once."
"I..." Woody started.
"You came seeking my advice, now you'll listen." Paul interrupted him "It's not all about you. It's not about when you want Jordan and when you don't. You chose to believe you were the rebound guy instead of listening to her. Whatever people tell me in confession is a secret that cannot be told to anyone else."
"You will allow an innocent baby to grow up without a family? Allow Jordan to go through the pregnancy and raising a child by herself? Allow me to spend the rest of my life looking for her and knowing that YOU have the answer?"
"Who ever told you Jordan won't have a family? And what makes you think she'll be single forever?"

Woody ran his hand through his hair. Paul had a point. There was nothing to assure Jordan would be single forever. And some other man could take the roll as his child's father, as the man to spend the rest of his life with Jordan. So unfair! So damn unfair! That was his plan, his dream. There were absolutely no leads on Jordan. She sure knew how to cover her tracks. That was driving him insane. He thought marring Lu was what he wanted. She's stable, she won't run, she's... almost perfect. But she's not Jordan. To be perfect she would have to be Jordan.

The air seemed to lack of his lungs every time he thought about all that was going on. He didn't know what to do. Ok, he did know what the right thing to do was, but he didn't have the guts. Maybe he could get over Jordan. And act as if that night never happened, as if a child wasn't conceived at that moment. As if it wasn't his child. Maybe he could love Lu as time went by. She was a good person, caring, stable... He really could learn to love her. But what if he couldn't? And as those 'what ifs' started to pop into his head and make it feel like hell.
"You need to realize what you really want and go after that." Paul advised him "Not what seems to be easier or safer, but what you truly want"
Woody looked up in shock at those words. They were the same ones he told Jordan the night at the "Inn" when she asks for his opinion. What was his answer? " I think you already know. I think we always know what we want, deep down. Not what we say we want, but what we really want" she smiled to him then and said the he was right. It was him? She wanted him?
"So any advice?"
"More? I'm not you - you have to answer that. What do you feel? What would you feel if in 20 years more when maybe you have to meet your daughter? How are you going to explain all of this to her?"
"I…I don't know." Woody looked up helplessly
"What about your future wife? How she is going to take it when you have to tell her all about this?"
Woody remained silent.
"As far as I know you have to think about what you want. Then and only then we can talk…" Paul finished walking away of the confessionary "Good day Detective"
Woody stay in church for a while…thinking…and in some ways …many of them…he knows what he needs to do…..but the price was the highest thing ever and he wasn't sure if he want to pay for it

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Jordan was getting boring every day and more annoyed…"Humans are not making to pass 3 months in bed" she thought, looking throw the window again, for….maybe for 100 times. She could even say what people do every day, pointed one by one, say what they like….even she named all…and she inventing so many stories the she start to think … it was losing her mind…"Oh there is mister lover…I wonder if the husband is going to catch one day…well he is a bastard, the even the most saint person can justify that…" she grin comic to herself
"Uh-uh….slow down sweetie…" Jordan says to her now expanded belly…"Mommy really needs the you be calm for you own sake" she whisper….in fact the last orders of her Doctor were drastic…No walk, no outs…just lay in bed until the baby born…and there she was counting the days…one month and the baby would be in the world…Jordan want to cry only to think about, she never count as a very emotional person …but this baby was so especial…so wanted….the she was all girlie at the time…"well the impossibility on move is a factor too" she said, looking around and laughing at the view. All her room was, pink, purple and yellow….and white of curse…Who can thought she would do such a things?...probably not even God in self…she learn everything about the baby, she make the decorating of the crib by herself…a friend passing a machine to do the sheets and as her main test, she even learn to make clothes for baby's…with crochet…and the fluffy things…."Yeah who can thought about this?" she said with a grin…"Probably Woody would say the I'm too affected by hormones…Woody" she whispers softly…the baby kicks again…"Yeah my little angel…that is daddy name…but he is far now…so far…" Jordan voice faded…

Paul normally sending her letter or calls, when he think was safe…and he give to her all the news…she knows the no one have lucky catch her…for now…Paul keeps his word….it doesn't matter how much all push ...he don't said a word….and she was eternally grateful for that…even the not always his news were goods…well faith not only give you want you wants…what it say that stupid legend the she read the other day?...Ah!
"Ever since the world began to turns and until it ends. One has their man in the beginning or gets it in the end. But have it from the principle at the end, without requesting it or wanting to render it. Is what all the women aspire and what the Gods cannot grant."…Jordan laughs at the memories…but was a bitterness laugh…one full of the real feelings in her. Well she didn't have it ever, not at the beginning, not at the end…Jordan sigh in frustration …well it her decision….her…
The phone starts to ring.
"Ciao?"
"Uh…Hey !...How are you?" Paul voice asks
"Paul!…Oh well as fine you can expect but…I'm losing my mind here…" Jordan starts
"It just for a little while…then you would pray for a moment in bed..." Paul joked
"Bet I would do!" Jordan laughs at the comment
"What the Doctor said?"
"Same…keep you ass in bed…try only to go to the bathroom"
"Wow!...this time he was more drastic…why?" he asks worried
"I bleeding the other day …so" Jordan said low
"What?...and you were alone…and"
"Calm down Paul….Bianca was here" Jordan tried to relax his friend
"Phew….So she stays with you?" he asks relief.
"Yeah, well in the begging no…but now nearly make guard over me, 24 hours…she stay here late and back in the first hours of the morning…, until the baby born…"
"I'm glad the she is more a simple nurse and neighbor for you now Jordan…" Paul said
"Well …it was inevitable… "leaving" with someone for 4 months …really helps, even the she don't really leave here" she laugh
"So… you pick the name?"
"Yeah I did" Jordan said softly
"Can I know?" Paul asks mocking
"You wouldn't laugh, right?"
"Why I should laugh?" Paul asks worried…"what kind name Jordan picks"…he thought
"Well since we are going to leave here…I pick an Italian name…" Jordan said quickly
"Oh…I'll try then" he said trying not to laugh…but the sound's betray him
"Paul!" Jordan yelled
"Joking…so?"
"Caterina Elena Cavanaugh" Jordan said….she wait for Paul's reaction…silence…"Paul are you there?"
"Yeah…I'm thinking in what to say…" he said
"Paul!" Jordan loud
"I love it Jordan" he said quickly…"really…is a beautiful name"
"Hmm" Jordan don't was 100 convinced
"Oh come on!...a couple a jokes for this poor Priest can't annoy you" he begged
"Okay….and why you are a poor Priest?" Jordan said comic
"I think the you know that very well by now" Paul said
"Oh then that means you have another round with Woody..."
"Bingo!...but this time ..I make the questions..." Paul says slowly
"What?" Jordan scream…"what on earth?"
"Yeah he comes to confesses"
"Oh" Jordan said surprising
"Impress?" Paul asks catching the tone in Jordan voice
"No, I just….never thought the he was to see you…"
"I think it was just a way to push…" Paul said…"But he was very honest…"
"And?" she asks expectantly
"Sorry Jordan…..Confession secret..."
"Damn!...that's unfair…" she said annoyed
"Kettle this is pot….who is save by the same status?" Paul asks sarcastic
"Touché…got it" Jordan angry
"Oh…don't get mad…if it was for me …I would slap both and obliged to talk"
"Remain I never am around you then…" Jordan replies
"Funny!….is true Jordan …you two need and should talk!" Paul said angry
"How many times I tell you the "It would be a cold day in hell"…"Jordan starts
"Yes I know…but that don't change the facts….you two are wasting their life's…and..," Paul stop it was a little noise and…
"Ciao... come ritenete?" a female voice said…
"Buon... ottengo appena alesante più e più..." Jordan said
"Desiderate mantenere la cassaforte di Caterina, destra?" Bianca, the nurse was speaking
"Sì" Jordan nod
"Allora non protesti….E detto ciao a Paul per me..." Bianca put the groceries in the kitchen
"Beni, Beni"….Sorry Bianca is here…" Jordan said to Paul
"Kinda I noticed…listen I have to go…I just want to check you…take care ...Okay?" he asks
"I will…and if I not Bianca would kill me…..bye"

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Woody was trying hard to pay attention. This was the eleventh place they had looked at. This one was a Japanese Garden, but at this point, he had forgotten everything past place number two.
"The advantage of this place is its location. It has good parking, a very fresh atmosphere, and is very romantic!" the wedding planner, Samantha, was saying.
"It's very beautiful," said Lu looking around.
"So?" Samantha asked.
"Yeah this is it!" Lu said, at the same time Woody pitched in with, "I say check another."
"Ahh, I'll give you a moment alone," Samantha moved away quickly. Wedding battles always were a nasty show.
"You don't like?" "You like it?" they asked at the same time.
"It's not that I don't like it. I just don't know if Japanese things are my style," Woody explained.
"But look around hun," Lu argued waving to their surroundings. "It's beautiful! We can put the tables here, and the dance floor, there. You can't visualise it?"
"But…" Woody started to retort.
"Please, please Woody, please!" Lu pouted.
"Ok, let's take it," Woody caved.
"Yay!" she screamed, jumping to hug Woody.
"Ah, there is nothing more pathetic than a groom under the strict orders of his bride," Samantha said as she watched the scene unfold.
"They aren't always like that?" her assistant, Marianne asked.
"No they're not, and those are the ones that will finish in divorce." Her boss pointed sarcastically.
"Because the bride picks everything?" Marianne asked, not convinced.
"No," Samantha explained, "because the bride doesn't respect her groom. They are not planning the wedding together. I'll bet my job that those two never talk about what kind of wedding he dreams about."
"Dreams?" Marianne asked sceptically.
"Yeah, every groom has at least some sort of an idea of what they want on their wedding day. It's wrong to ignore them completely."
"Oh! So you're making predictions about their marriage?" Marianne joked.
"No," Samantha smiled, "but after 10 years of watching couples going to the altar. I think I have some experience with these things." She grinned evilly.
"So what is your final ruling," Marianne mocked.
"That doesn't come until they choose the song." Samantha shushed Marianne as Woody and Lu walked back towards them.
"We've made a decision," Lu began. Smiling she looked to Woody, and then to Samantha, "and we'll keep this place!"
"Oh, congrats honey. Then I'll start to organize everything. Ah, there is something that I don't know yet." Samantha said.
"What is that?" Woody asked.
"Do you have a song?" Samantha asked seriously.
"We haven't thought about it," came the reply from Lu.
"But you need a song! I mean, all couples have one," Marianne pointed out.
"We'll search for one," Lu amended quickly.
"We have a CD set with like a thousand songs! Want to hear it?" Samantha offered.
"That would be fantastic," Lu accepted.
Thirty minutes later, no one was happy.
"No, no, no, no!" Lu kept repeating.
"This one is very nice," Samantha suggested, trying desperately to end the torture. Woody's stomach flipped when he heard 'Ordinary People' start to play. There is no way that he would use 'their' song with Lu.
"I-I.." he stammered.
"I don't like John Legend," Lu interrupted.
"Thank God" Woody mentally sighed with relief.
"Ah, this one Woody! Olivia Newton John, 'I Honestly Love You" Lu cried.
"Oh dear," Samantha said softly.
"Is something wrong with this song?" Lu asked worriedly.
"No, no. It's perfect. No more searching required," she answered quickly.
"I knew it," Lu smiled, "So is that all you need?"
"For now, yes. Next week we are going to see the caterers," Samantha said checking her schedule.
"We'll see you then," Lu said, walking to the car with Woody.
"Next time you offer a couple help to pick out a song, count me out," Marianne stated when the two were out of earshot, thoroughly annoyed.
"Me too," Samantha said, stroking her aching head.
"So the song they picked, what's wrong with it?" Marianne inquired.
"Ah, we can classify this couple now," Samantha started.
"And?" Marianne said expectantly, "Come on! I'm eating my nails here!"
"Gee, relax." Samantha laughed with an evil smile. "With that silly, fluffy, unoriginal song, they won't last more than 3 months."
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Days were long; Jordan felt as though each was an eternity. "But it's worth the wait," she spoke aloud, caressing her belly. "I'm so impatient! I want to hold you, my little sunshine" Jordan couldn't help but smile. One month. No, 29 days to go. Soon her little baby would be here. She never really thought she'd have children, but now that she'll be a mom soon, it seemed as though she had always been living only for that very day. Then she began to think about him again. What happened to them? She had been running, and he had followed her. When she had decided it was time to stop and take a leap of faith, he wasn't there anymore. He was far away. Didn't he see her stop running? Did he keep running after her wind?
She felt a movement from her belly. "Yes sweetheart, I'll stop thinking of memories that make me feel sad. But I don't regret anything, because I have you now. You are the most beautiful gift I could ever wish for." She turned her CD stereo on, trying not to think about who gave her that little miss. Then she heard it. Tears began to fall from her eyes, and she couldn't do anything to stop them. Her CD was playing it. 'Ordinary People'… Woody…
She needed a tissue but Bianca was out, shopping for something to eat. Jordan stood up slowly and moved towards the bathroom. The tissue box was laying on the wash-stand. She had almost reached it when she began to feel dizzy, and the room went black.

The lights were so strong that they hurt her head. She made an effort to open her eyes. At first she couldn't distinguish the forms, and the voices sounded weird.
"Sta svegliando," Jordan heard someone say.
"Where am I," Jordan shook her head, "Dove sono?"
"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?" a woman who looked like a doctor asked her in heavily accented English.
"You're in the hospital. You fainted and fell, you lost some blood but you'll be fine."
Hospital... Blood... Fainting... Falling... "My baby!" Jordan cried, fully awake and looking scared. 'No! Caterina!' She couldn't afford to lose her!
"Your baby is okay," Jordan put her hands on her belly; she could still feel the baby moving.
"Oh thank God," she sighed, a little less worried.
"Ma'am, the baby is okay, but you can't carry to term." Jordan became alarmed again. "With all the blood you've lost, and since Miss Bianca told me that you've had a problematic pregnancy, I'd prefer to provoke the birth now." Normally Jordan would have analyzed the information given to her, but it seemed that the only fact that had reached her head was, 'You could lose your child'. She looked at the doctor, feeling panicked.
"It will be safer for you and for the baby. Plus you're 8 months pregnant, and we've done an ultrasound. The baby's okay." Jordan recorded another piece of information, 'the baby's okay'.
"We are ready to intervene, but you can call the father if you like, and we'll wait for him."
The Father... "He... He's... I, We don't have any contact."
The doctor nodded. "So if you're ready, we can start whenever you want."
"Can... Bianca stays with me? I mean, if she's still here."
"Of course," she smiled at Jordan. Even if the father wasn't with her, she was glad she wasn't alone. ."Okay let's do this, Mommy," Bianca took Jordan's hand
"Sure," Jordan said softly, too softly.
"Jordan, are you alright?" Bianca reached for Jordan's Pulse. "Oh my god, Doctor!"
"Her pressure is dropping! We need to do this now, or we could lose both of them. Abbiamo tutti pronto per il cecerian!"
"Pronto," the team of doctors answered.
"Jordan! Jordan, stay away! Jordan!" Bianca was calling.
"I love you, Caterina baby," Jordan whispered.
"Don't do this! Stay awake for your baby," Bianca begged.
"Bi-aa-nca?" Jordan stammered weakly.
"Yes?"
"If I don't make it," Jordan started.
"Don't ever say that!"
"Tell him, Woody, that I'm," Jordan took a long pause, "sorry, and that I-I..." she couldn't finish. At that moment the other nurse put a mask on Jordan's face and she drifted off.

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"Hello?" Paul answered the phone sleepily.
"Paul?" a weak voice with an Italian accent spoke.
"Who is this?" His mind was still fuzzy.
"Bianca"
"Bianca?" Paul made an effort to get his mind straight. "Bianca.. Bianca!" Fear took hold of Paul's heart. "Jordan," After hearing the news, he clicked off the phone, and looked out the window. The shadowed moonlight reflected the tears that started to fall from his eyes.