Hello :P It is not Wednesday but I am back with a new chapter. I'm uploading today instead because I had a bunch of shifts at work to cover this week and by yesterday, I was just so tired and couldn't think about uploading. So I'm here now! I wrote this one pretty recently and it was inspired by it being Down Syndrome Awareness at the end of March. I said to my mum that I wanted to write more about my DS characters so here it is now. I don't believe I've heavily touched on them or it before because I've been worried about offending people and I wanted to be sensitive. But I came up with this. This is Georgina only just finding out that one of her twins with Jonah (she'll be named Doreen while the other twin without is called Rosie) has Down's Syndrome, and she finds comfort in Jordan. I hope you enjoy :3

Ages:

Georgina: 54

Jordan: 32

Disclaimer: I own the story and all of the OCs :3

Before Jordan and I together even headed into the office where Georgina was, we could both tell something was wrong. From the moment we stepped in the front door of her care home, we could sense it. Even when we both got hit in the face from one of the cheeky care kids launching a food attack in both of our faces, we just shook it off. We knew that was the least of our worries. And as Jordan approached the office door and just nudged it open with his finger, our intuitive feelings were confirmed. Both of our hearts sunk when we saw the red haired woman sitting almost curled up in her office chair, her head in her hands and whimpering quietly to herself.

My heart began to thud while Jordan froze. In that moment, he didn't know what to do. He had sensed her impending emotions very well but when he was actually confronted with them, he hesitated. He winced at himself when he thought about turning back. He had only gone to her care home to meet James and walk home with him. He had just prepared to do a nice thing. But in that moment, he knew that he had to do an even nicer thing. He pushed past his feelings of uncertainty and awkwardness and tiptoed towards the crying woman.

"G…Georgina…?" he asked the broken lady in an almost silent whisper and because his voice was so feeble and cracked with self-consciousness, we both believed that she couldn't have heard any noises. Either that or the sound of her own sorrow should have made Jordan's voice unnoticeable to her. But it didn't. Though she was seemingly lost in her own world of heartbreak, her head snapped up.

"Mm?" she looked up and forgot she had been crying before cringing at herself when her wet, green orbs came face to face with Jordan's startled but concerned ones. She then quickly began wiping her eyes, gulping at herself. "Oh!"

Her actions were clearly embarrassed and surprised and Jordan could tell this but, deep inside, he could tell that something far more was wrong. He winced at himself again for feeling so uncomfortable before taking another step closer to her and reaching his arm out to her but not touching her while she continued desperately trying to keep her cheeks dry.

"No, please…" Jordan began but he couldn't find the words to tell her that she could keep crying. He didn't want her to think that he thought her upset was amusing. He shut his mouth with a gulp and simply looked at her with innocent and worried eyes. And this broke Georgina's heart even more.

She began whimpering once again and as the hot and fast tears slid down her cheeks, she buried her head back in her arms, her shoulders shaking. She couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear that look. He had no idea what was going on in her world. And it made her feel sick that she might have to tell someone sooner than she was ready for.

Jordan looked between her and the office door as she continued sobbing, not ready to comfort her with his touch in that moment. Instead, he swallowed again and cleared his throat before trying to talk in a more collected tone. He twiddled with his thumbs.

"I…I'm here to fetch James." He told her simply, his fingers moving from playing with each other to push his yellow curtain like strands of hair from his eyes. He continued gently. "But I think you might need him more than me. Shall I get him for you?"

"No!" Georgina's head suddenly snapped back up and she responded to Jordan, causing us both to feel very alarmed and surprised. Jordan took a step back. But even though it was a sudden response, somehow the yellow haired male knew that it wasn't an angry one. I understood too. It was a broken one.

After Jordan just looked at her with more concerned eyes, Georgina shook her head at herself for snapping. She was so overwhelmed at herself and everything that was going on in her head that she lightly slapped her own forehead. After taking a few deep breaths once I'd hopped from Jordan's shoulder and onto her desk, she explained bravely.

"N-No, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so rude. But please… Please don't fetch James." The red haired woman told us both with such firmness that we couldn't help but blink. Jordan swallowed, feeling even more confused than I was. It didn't make sense to him.

He had seen their growing relationship develop over the past almost year. He had watched them and observed them and seen a deeper connection than them just simply getting along. He knew deep inside what the truth was. So it baffled him that, in that moment, she didn't want him. In recent months, he always wanted James around when he was sad. So it made him hesitate that she didn't feel the same way. And in that moment of silence, she found herself talking. She managed to dry the corners of her eyes.

"A-And please don't get Jonah either. I'm not ready to face anybody yet." She admitted, her eyes pricking with more tears when the thoughts whirled around her head and she attempted to shut them off. Her breath hitched in her throat. "I was certainly not expecting you."

Georgina told Jordan these things with such truthfulness but, Jordan being Jordan, took them a different way. After nodding his head at her, he tapped his shoulder for me to climb back on. I paused and before I could gesture to the red head, hinting that I didn't want to leave, the yellow haired male turned his back on both of us. He thought he was doing the right thing. His hand went to the door handle. But Georgina stopped him.

"Wait!" she cried out and because she was still so very overwhelmed, she began crying that the yellow haired male was leaving. Jordan spun back around on his heel when he heard this, his eyes widening with alarm. Georgina almost whimpered. "There's a big difference in not wanting to face Jonah or James and being alone!"

The sensitive male gulped and looked highly confused and I feared that he would begin to get overwhelmed too and begin crying. But before that could happen, I gave him a look. A gentle and telling look. He met my eyes. Even though I was Ash's Pokémon, he knew he could trust me. He almost trusted Pokémon more than he trusted most people. He breathed out and nodded at me. He took a few more steps closer to Georgina and finally set right next to her in a chair.

Feeling someone there for her, the deep orange haired female began to cry again but instead of burying her head in her arms, she rested her chin on them instead. She shut her eyes firmly closed as she let out her sorrows once more.

"Oh, Jordan, what am I going to do…?" she asked him vulnerably and because Jordan really had no idea what was going on, he felt very uncomfortable that he didn't have an answer for her. He wanted to comfort her, he really did. Deep inside, he was very worried about her. But he just didn't know what to do. Luckily, I did. And as I hopped onto her lap and was near to her stomach, I felt an odd pang. That soon started to make sense after Georgina shakily continued. "I had a scan today. O-Oh Jordan…"

She trailed off but her words were enough to put dread in both of our stomachs and they were enough to make our eyes prick with tears. Jordan's eyes widened more than mine. He felt things even more deeply. And in that moment, he didn't even have to think about it or overthink it. His hand went to her arm. His thumb rubbed her wrist to offer her support.

"I'm sorry…" he told her sincerely but simply, shaking his head as he didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to say it. From 'up there' he had looked down and witnessed his very own daughter losing her child in a miscarriage and he couldn't do anything about it. That had been agony. He didn't want to say the words. He didn't want them to feel more real for either of them. "I'm sorry, I really am I-"

"N-No." Georgina told Jordan as she focused most of her talking on him but I listened too. We both had the same dread in our hearts. We were both thinking the same thing. We had heard that she had received a scan of her twins. We had known before that she was going to get one soon. And we were both sadly believing that she had lost one or both of them. But Georgina couldn't find the words or energy in that moment to explain.

Instead, she crumbled into more tears and flung herself into the arms of Jordan. Because he was not expecting it and because he had never held another woman before, he didn't know what to do. She just buried her head into his neck for comfort and continued weeping while Jordan's arms remained at both of his sides. But after a few minutes, one of them made its way around her. He held her feebly.

Though I didn't show it on my face – my upset feeling body didn't have the energy to quirk into a smile – I found the sight of Jordan's awkward hug endearing. And as he tried to comfort her in his own way, I stayed on her lap and near her belly. I found myself swallowing. My eyebrows knotted together. I could feel something, I really could. I couldn't explain it with words. I had felt that feeling before but human words were far too clumsy to describe such a complex emotion. I shook my head at myself. What was it? But soon enough, I got an answer. We both got an answer.

After crying into Jordan's shoulder for a few more minutes, Georgina finally decided to compose herself. She moved away and wiped her tears from her eyes and looked up at the yellow haired male. She just came out with it.

"One of the babies, Jordan…" she began, wincing that she finally had to say it before her throat tightened with disgust that she felt so uncomfortable saying it. Her eyes moistened with tears as the truth came out. "One of them has Down's Syndrome."

Jordan remained silent. My heart froze in my body. My head turned to look at her belly. I had known that something was up. I had known it. And even though I had panicked inside before, I knew that both of them were safe and well. I knew it. But in that moment, I didn't know what Jordan was going to do.

Georgina looked at him, waiting for some form of reaction. Shock? Horror? Awkwardness? Sadness? Pity? She had felt a few of these things and sensed most of the others in the doctors when they had delivered this news to her earlier in the day. She shuddered and the memory and shut her eyes. And then she began to cry again.

Why was she feeling this way? Simply, why? And why hadn't the doctors been so supportive with the diagnosis in the same way they were when they delivered the news of the baby's gender to parents? Why did it have to be different? And why was she feeling so disappointed? She was feeling so many things. She was feeling so many emotions. And her heart was disgusted by each and every thought and feeling that entered her body. She was just so overwhelmed.

But after a long silence, it was Jordan's words that caused her head to snap back up at her. Or rather, it was his word that did this.

"Okay…" he told her simply and with a shrug, his hand moving away from his lap to rest over hers. She stared at him and I looked up at him. I knew sometimes he was a man of a few words but I thought that that was odd even for him. Georgina's eyes watered as she questioned him.

"Okay?" she repeated his words and he nodded, his green orbs wide and full of innocence. She couldn't help but scoff. It wasn't in annoyance. At that stage, she was just so overwhelmed and confused too. She wiped the corners of her eyes before shaking her head once at him. "Is that it? Is that all you have to say?"

Jordan shrugged, his hand attempting to move away from hers when he thought that she was annoyed at her. But she stopped him, putting her hand over his to keep it there. He looked away and shrugged again. But after a few minutes, he looked back at her and had another word for her.

"Congratulations." He told her with a nod and though his mouth didn't smile, his eyes did. I hesitated and blinked. He clearly meant it. I knew it was a congratulations type of moment when a pregnancy was announced and someone was overjoyed but that moment wasn't either of those occasions.

That time, it was Georgina to move her hands away from Jordan's one. She shook her head, feeling even more baffled and inundated the more she spoke to the yellow haired male. She almost whined.

"Is that it?" she asked him in a somewhat snappy tone with confusion, continuing to shake her head at him. "Is that all you have to say to me? Well-"

She tried to continue but for once, Jordan interrupted someone. He interrupted her. And he almost snapped back, his eyes calm yet indignant.

"Well what else do you want me to say?" he asked her, copying what she did before by grabbing her hand back so he could hold it. For once, he didn't awkwardly blush. He continued looking at her with a steady gaze. "I don't know how you're feeling. I'm not a mind reader so could you please-"

Georgina knew what he was asking for her and she didn't hesitate to grant her wishes. Her cheeks flushed with emotion as she explained herself and more hot tears slid down her face. She didn't look away from him.

"I'm confused and overwhelmed and feel alone! I haven't told Jonah yet! I don't know how to tell him! I don't know what it means for this care home and all the children. Will I have to quit to give one of the babies special care? Will I have to stop fostering the four boys for the same reason? Will the other baby suffer? That baby hasn't got it. Will it get enough attention? What about James? What about me? What do I do?!"

As Georgina poured her worries out to Jordan in the form of questions, he just nodded and calmly listened to each and every one while I had to swallow my tears. I finally understood everything from her point of few. I got it. It was going to be a big adaptation, for everybody. But for once, Jordan wasn't overthinking. He was just listening. And after a few moments, he had an answer for Georgina. He shrugged.

"You love it." He told her with unmoving eyes, his genuine green orbs meeting her overwhelmed ones of almost the same shade. He breathed out, almost smiling and showing off one dimple of his. "That's what you do – you love it. That's your baby. What else are you going to do? I'm sure that there are going to be a lot of difficulties and a lot of challenges. But that's a risk with every baby. But guess what? You love it and go through with it anyway."

Georgina breathed out upon hearing Jordan's touching words, running a shaky hand through her fiery orange locks. She nodded her head numbly. She appreciated his comfort and his words but for once, she didn't show it. She couldn't. She had so much to deal with. After a few minutes of silence, she looked over at Jordan with watery eyes.

"But the doctors suggested-"

"I can imagine what the doctors suggested." Jordan interrupted once again but that time; he had a frown on his face and disappointment in his eyes. His arm went around her for a proper hug. He even pulled her close. He breathed out, his face brightening a fraction as he continued. "That's your baby. You will love it because it is yours. The other one will understand if their brother or sister needs special care. They will probably help out. Real people who care about you and this baby will not care about a diagnosis it has. Believe me. You'll see."

That time, when Jordan delivered a sweet speech to her, she listened. She really listened. And you could tell from her eyes that she was grateful. But she couldn't help but wince. She remembered the eyes of all the doctors that had scanned her belly.

"My child isn't the problem. The world is the problem." She mumbled brokenly, in that moment, her heart protectively cupping over her bump as she remembered the pitying gaze from the people at the hospital and the way their mouths uttered 'I'm sorry'.

Jordan boldly but innocently reached out to lift her chin up to look at him as she began to overthink. He offered her a sad smile.

"You can't change the world." He told her, lightly poking her nose and she was looking at him with attentive eyes. Though they were sad and shaken up, she was allowing him to make it easier for her. She listened as he continued. "And you can't change that baby either. But you won't want to. It's your baby. It's made just right for you and your family. And it's going to be okay."

I breathed out and in that moment, I felt so very overwhelmed. That was a man who almost every day of his younger years questioned whether everything was going to be alright. And there he was, when Georgina had been delivered world changing news, telling her that everything was going to be fine. It shook me. It moved me. But it warmed me too. Even though he had never aged, I had seen him grow. I had observed him. I had watched him. And I had found myself with an affinity for him. And in that moment, I never loved him more.

Georgina was beginning to feel the same way as me. She gratefully and lightly reached out to touch his cheek before shaking her head at him, wondering how he was so awkward yet so wise in the same breath. For the first time since the news, she found herself smiling.

"You really are mysterious and hard to work out, aren't you?" she asked him, causing him to blink innocently at her. She laughed quietly but fondly and continued. She shook her head. "It feels like you really know things. Unexplainable things. How-"

She began to ask him but he stopped her. He gave her a small but – like she said – a mysterious smile. He tilted his head on one side and his eyes scrunched up. He held onto her hand.

"I know these things." He told her gently before breaking out into an angelic smile, his dimples most definitely showing as he shrugged. "Like I know that you are James' Aunt…" he paused to let her gasp before pressing a comforting kiss to her forehead. He then continued one last time. "I know that you and this baby are going to be absolutely fine."

And Jordan was right. About both of those things. And he was there to assist with both those situations in the best way that he knew how – just by being his sweet, encouraging and mysterious self.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I've written about the subject of Down's Syndrome once before with Jayde giving birth to her and Cameron's son and finding out he has it but I never uploaded it. It's probably a little outdated now but if I like it, I might upload it! As I said before, I wanted to be sensitive and informed about it and I hope I got that right here. I like the idea of Jordan being pretty negative with himself but he's really supportive with other people, as you can see here. And he's also kind of factual. So in some ways, he doesn't really understand why some people would have a problem with Doreen having Down Syndrome. To him, she's just a sweet and innocent baby. So by him being himself, he helps out Georgina and Jonah a lot :P Thanks again and I'll be back next Wednesday so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3