Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter. This is a pretty heavy one, in some ways, but it's also sweet as well. It tackles many of the opinions and controversies of James having a baby with Lynne, who is an angel and can't be around all the time. I've been thinking about all of that for a while now so I'm not surprised that I ended up writing this. I hope you enjoy!
Ages:
James: 40
Misty: 33
Jorgie: Eight Months Old
Disclaimer: I own the story and little Jorgie :3
Before either I or the orange haired female entered the ex-rockeeters house, we both knew that something was up with him. As I perched on her shoulder, we shared a glance. We both swallowed. I pride myself in being a highly intuitive creature and even though I knew that Misty was too, I knew it was far more than simply just that. I let out a thoughtful sigh as she opened the main door to one of the quarters of her best friend's home. We were both intuitive but on top of that we both also really loved James. So that's how we knew that, on that particular day, he was not okay. James was not doing well.
As soon as we entered one of the living rooms of his house and we saw him sat on the floor with his youngest daughter, we felt even more that something was up with him. It wasn't something that could be judged from the eyes right away. He was acting very normally indeed. He was just sat on the play rug with the orange haired little girl on his lap. But as we both got closer, we got showed evidence of his emotions from both our intuitions and our senses.
The way he was sat gave it away first of all. He appeared normal from a distance but as Misty moved quietly right behind him, we both could see that his shoulders looked very tense indeed. On top of that, his back was beginning to slouch. And the thing that made the orange haired female and I begin to worry even more was the way that he held onto Jorgie. She was kicking her legs on his lap and wearing just a salmon pink onesie. But he was gripping onto her chubby little thigh. He was holding her like he didn't want to let her go.
Misty's worry caused her to not hesitate to speak her best friend's name.
"James…?" she asked in a quiet tone to stop her simple word from squeaking too much. She was beginning to grow warm and I could feel her skin starting to burn yet shiver with worry. She really hated not knowing. And deep inside, she knew that she wouldn't know for quite a while at that point.
Though James wasn't expecting a visit from his best female friend in any way at that moment in time, he didn't jump. He didn't shudder. In fact, he barely reacted for a good few seconds. But when he did, his actions made it even more apparent that something had happened to him.
He didn't turn his body around to face Misty. He continued holding onto his daughter as protectively as ever but not too much that he hurt her. His head turned a few degrees to the side but he still didn't look at his best friend. He let out a quiet sigh but you could tell he had tried his best to not let it out. And eventually, James answered.
"Hey Munchkin." He greeted his best friend very dully at first but after Jorgie let out a squeak upon sensing the presence of her older half-sister, he began to react very differently. I noticed him shaking his head at himself and following that, he automatically made himself perk up. I didn't know if it was saying the common words of 'munchkin' or his daughter's sweet squeak but either way, James began forcing himself to be brave. He even faced his best friend, even if it was for a couple of seconds. "Have you come to see my little cherub? Oh, she'll be so pleased. You love hanging with your god-mother, don't you?"
As if the little girl knew exactly what her adored father was talking about, young Jorgie let out another squeak and began to kick her legs on James' lap even more enthusiastically. And because she did this with such happy gusto, the lavender haired male winced and had to place her down on the floor before valuable things of his got hurt.
I couldn't help but smirk. Even though I knew deep inside that James was trying to act as if everything was normal, I couldn't help but hope that he wasn't pretending. I couldn't help but hope that he was simply in a thoughtful mood and the presence of Misty and I made his mood go away. I jumped down on the floor to join little Jorgie. But of course, my best friend's wife was still unconvinced.
She knew James almost more than anyone. She had witnessed almost every stage of his life and she had seen many many of his moods and trials in life as well. She knew him almost more than anyone. And she loved him almost more than anyone. So that's why she continued furrowing her before, even after she kneeled next to her orange haired half-sister and flashed her a small, brief smile.
But before she could utter her concerned words, James spoke again.
"Look Jorgie, it's your hair twin. Don't you two have the sweetest little shade?" the lavender haired male showed off a seemingly genuine smile as he reached out and cupped his youngest daughter's face in one hand and playfully reached to squeeze Misty's cheek with the other.
I smiled at her but she didn't smile back. I stupidly had been very fooled by James' soft smile but she certainly hadn't. She reacted very differently to me. For once, she ducked her head and away from her best friend's touch. She continued furrowing her brow as he eyes locked onto his. He knew what she was going to ask before she even said it. She just came right out with it.
"Are you okay?" she asked simply at first and before James could ask her why on earth he wouldn't be okay, she quickly persisted. She didn't let him be distracted by Jorgie's cuteness either and even though his gaze was flickering, hers stayed very much glued on him. "Call me crazy for relying on woman's intuition but something made me think something had upset you. I still think something's upsetting you. So I had to come here."
James answered the younger female quickly and because of this, I stopped feeling so relaxed around him and little Jorgie. I swallowed and looked back over at Misty again. I stopped letting myself be fooled by his laid back persona and his genuine smile. I started relying on my first, gut instinct instead. Deep down, I knew that Misty was right. Deep down I knew that James was hiding something, even though he was doing rather well at keeping it bottled up inside.
"I never think woman's intuition is crazy." He answered Misty quickly but truthfully and he stayed looking at her even after he picked Jorgie back onto his lap after she fussed for him. And because of his lingering eye contact, both Misty and I began to feel that he was trying too hard to hard something. He hurriedly continued. "I'm fine. I'm just hanging with my little Cherub. Why would I not be okay?"
Misty hesitated. She opened her mouth to quickly respond again but she stopped herself. She looked between her best friend's green orbs and her half-sisters little tufty hairs. She thought to herself. Even if he wasn't okay before or hadn't been at some point in the day, he could partly be right. In that moment, he was hanging out with his baby daughter. So perhaps he was beginning to be okay from that minute onward?
Half of me shared Misty's feelings. They were certainly plausible. But another half of me shook my head at the both of us. C'mon. We really had to trust our initial feeling. First thought best thought. That was never usually too far off.
We were both on the fence over what to do. James kept his eye contact lingering which made us sway towards insisting that he wasn't okay and then, suddenly, Jorgie did something that made us know which feeling to go with.
She had gone maturely quiet since her father insisted that he was okay and though she had previously been looking at her own twiddling toes, she slowly looked up at Misty. Even though she was just under nine months old, she looked at her big sister in such a telling way. She looked at Misty with solemn, big, green and round orbs. This was the final thing that Misty needed to know and I felt the same way. Her shoulder slumped under her little sister's gaze and then she looked knowingly at James.
"C'mon, Jimmy." She began lightly in the hope of gently easing him into confessing to her and her tactic worked almost instantly. He stopped the lingering eye contact. His brow furrowed a fraction and he looked down at Jorgie's little twiddling toes himself. Misty continued, edging slightly towards him. "You were holding onto Jorgie so tight."
That's all the red haired female had to utter with her mouth. The rest of her words, she conveyed with her eyes. Though it took James a while to stop looking at his daughter fiddling her toes, he soon slowly looked up to meet Misty's eyes like Jorgie had done before. He swallowed. His best friend asked him with her gaze. Tell me, they said.
James shook his head. He tried to resist telling her but his hands soon began gripping gently onto Jorgie's chubby baby thighs again and even he began to notice his own actions. Even though he thought he had been doing well at covering up, he clearly hadn't been. He was good at hiding things from strangers and people who didn't know him that well and that was because – well – they didn't know him that well.
But Misty and I knew him very well. Jorgie did too. We all remained quiet and patient as we waited for him to be truthful with us. He tried to dodge it once more.
"It's nothing." He insisted and tried to flash a reassuring smile but it came off very fake indeed. He furrowed his brow at himself. Slowly, he moved his hands back to his daughter's legs. He tried to hold onto her gently and casually, as if he hadn't been holding onto her for dear life a few times before. But then, all of a sudden, he stopped trying. He couldn't do it anymore. He remained casual and together but quietly, he admitted. "I just… I just got into a fight with someone, that's all."
My eyes didn't hesitate to widen upon hearing this. That was one of the last things I was expecting to come out of his mouth and because of this, my mouth hung open. I could feel the eight month old little girl copying me and her mouth hung open with a charming little 'pop' noise.
Misty reacted very differently to me upon hearing her best friend's words. She didn't react as dramatically on the outside but I could tell that her brain was whirring inside her body. She was thinking all kinds of things. What had they said? What had James done in return? Surely he wouldn't have been so reckless since little Jorgie was in his life?
She wanted to ask him so many things and she felt the need to panic, I could tell. But she stopped herself. She came out with the first question that escaped. It was so calm that it wounded James even more so.
"Oh James, what did you do?" she asked him with solemn and concerned eyes and because her expression was mixed with a level tone, James heavily felt the need to defend himself. He looked hurt back. He clutched onto his daughter, for a different reason that time.
"No!" he answered her quickly but not loudly and because Jorgie was only a baby, she was amused by his tone. She giggled once and then hiccupped before finding her own toe to suck on while the other one twiddled. The grown-ups continued talking. "No." James insisted with a brow furrow and a shake of the head and Misty believed him before he even said the words to her. "It wasn't that kind of fight. I didn't do anything. In fact, I really did nothing. I just took it."
The orange haired woman nodded her head and breathed out upon hearing this and I waited for her to catch on and catch up with the sinking feeling in my stomach. She didn't take long. Her head snapped towards her best friend and she began to feel very protective.
"Wait, you just took it? Who was it? Was it someone in our group? What did they do to you? Did they-?"
Before Misty could reach forward towards her best friend and move a bit of hair that was in front of his eyes, James stopped her. He just shook his head, taking a few moments before answering her. He let out an honest sigh.
"It's not what they did. It's what they said." The lavender haired male answered her honestly and then began to feel as though he had said too much. He side tracked, letting Jorgie hold onto both of his hands as she went back to making little popping noises with her lips. "It's no one important. Just someone from work."
"James…" Misty began and, like James had been trying to hide what had happened to him before, she was having to hide how mixed up inside she was starting to feel. She was feeling the need to start panting for some reason but she managed to push it away. She looked at her best friend. She didn't dare move one of his hands from Jorgie's hold to hold it herself so instead, she let her little sister stay clutching onto her father and held his wrist instead. She swallowed her nauseated feeling. She asked him to tell her the truth. "What did they say to you?"
The lavender haired male had told his best friend everything about himself for as long as he could remember. She knew everything about him. What he liked. What he disliked. Every weakness of his and every strength too. She knew it all. They had stayed loyal to each other through thick and thin. He didn't like hiding anything from her. He never wanted to hide anything from her. And because of this and because of her words too, his face suddenly crumpled.
He moved his daughter off his lap to try and remain somewhat brave and he looked away. The tears were beginning to come but he wasn't going to let them pool in his eyes. He shook his head, showing every kind of emotion for a good few minutes. He showed vulnerability. He showed anger. He showed hurt. He showed betrayal. He showed bravery. Misty let him compose himself and he respected this. He felt so safe in the company of us all that he finally was honest.
"They didn't say anything about me. They said a lot about Jorgie…" he began and automatically, Misty and I began to feel very disgusted. Both our cheeks started to burn very quickly indeed. We were preparing for the worst. We were ready to be appalled by comments about an eight month old child.
Despite our heated emotions, the little girl stayed very calm and her own adorable self. She stayed sitting on her play rug, a content look on her face and her hands and feet twiddling. She was calm. She made us feel calm. We relied on her for comforting vibes as James continued. The truth came tumbling out. "Someone expressed to me that they didn't really think it was very fair that we had her. She's just a little baby and she has to deal with her mommy coming in and out of her life and then perhaps, one day, going for good. They said-"
"A lot of bullshit." Misty couldn't help but interrupt and at the same moment that James' mouth slammed shut, Jorgie's did too. She copied her father and then bottom shuffled to his side. For once, she didn't complain when he did a rare thing and didn't pick her up right away. He was too busy studying his best friend's face.
James felt rather emotional and touched when he saw her expression. It was all the same things that he felt earlier and was still feeling, deep inside. Disgust. Betrayal. Annoyance. Defensiveness.
Misty continued shaking her head.
"Jeez, that's none of their business." She almost spat and I found myself climbing onto her lap to keep her cool. Though she didn't show it, I knew she was grateful and Jorgie was too. The little girl held onto my tail fondly. Misty couldn't stop herself from curling her lip. "You don't believe them, do you? I know you get mad when people say stuff about your family but you really have to ignore it. It's simply none of their business. They-"
Misty was expecting to look up to see her best friend either filled with new found encouragement or old brewed frustration upon hearing his best friend spilling what we all knew to be true. But she didn't see any of this. Her stomach quickly sank when she saw James' face had crumpled even more. In fact, it had done more than that. His face looked like his heart at been destroyed.
My paw quickly went out to his knee and Misty's hand did too but before either of us could comfort him, he went back to shaking his head and tearfully explained.
"They don't know what it's like. You don't know what it's like." He began thickly and the orange haired woman could do nothing but tilt her head on one side as she got ready to listen. Jorgie had gone very quiet. She knew her daddy was upset. He shut his eyes briefly as he explained. "I don't care what they said. Well, I do. But it's not that. They said all of my biggest fears and used it against me. What if Lynne doesn't come back? What if my little girl is affected by her coming and going? And what if, one day, my little cherub has to go back up there too? Without me? You don't know what it's like. I've had all these fears brewing in my mind and heart since the day she was born and for some reason, all it took was a strangers comments to destroy me."
Misty held her breath and I looked up at her. I nodded my head sympathetically. I felt the same way as her. We both didn't know what to do. Of course, we did know what to do. We knew that we needed to comfort James. But we wanted to make things better for him. We wanted to truly reassure him and make things better for him. But both our hesitance showed that we were afraid of making things any worse for him.
And because of our long silence, James spoke again. His voice cracked and he tried not to break down but he held Jorgie in trembling arms after he picked her up. He held her shakily like she was a fragile doll but everybody knew that he was the damageable one.
"What if my little girl goes away? I really don't know what I would do without her." James' tears finally spilled as he slowly leaned forward and rested his forehead against Jorgie's head. The little girl looked up at him with big, worried eyes but she stayed silent. She knew. She knew how he felt. She just stayed letting him feel closeness with her. His shoulders began to shake. "I can't lose her. And I can't let my cherub grow up not having enough time with my angel."
Misty moved slowly, almost robotically towards her emotional lavender haired best friend. She moved to his side and didn't interrupt him holding his daughter but she put her hand on the crook of his arm and left it there. She looked at him, empathetically feeling every inch of his pain but feeling deep inside that she really could make him feel better. His eyes stayed shut and his skin stayed pressed against Jorgie's but Misty looked right at him. She spoke from her heart.
"Don't you dare ever regret having my little sister. Not because of a stranger, not because of life, not because of yourself. Don't you-"
"I won't ever." James contrasted her determined but shaky tones with quiet and emotional ones. He didn't want to interrupt her but he had to tell her the truth. Misty breathed out. she knew the little girl would never be regretted but she had to make sure. She then felt almost glad that James was listening. She continued, as sturdy as ever.
"James." She began and as soon as he heard his best friend say her name and his little girl squeaked, James began to feel a percentage better. He really was listening to her and I knew that my best friend's wife's words would be worthwhile. "I know that some people think that having a baby with my mom is cruel because you don't know how often she's going to come down. You don't know when and if it'll stop for good. But isn't that like every single person on this planet? Every time someone makes a baby, there's never a guarantee that both parents will be there when it enters the world. It's just not certain. Sadly, it's not."
At that moment, I couldn't help but smile over at Misty. I knew that every single person should have somebody like her in their group but I felt particular blessed that we didn't just have somebody like her but we had just her. She was such an honest person. Really, she was such an honest person. And that's what James really needed. She was telling him bone –hard facts. She was telling him facts that he couldn't deny. She continued still.
"And as for little Jorgie… Well… I wish I could guarantee to you that you two will always be together. But I can't do that. But she's been here solidly for almost a year now. Even longer if you include that my mom was here with you the entire time that she was carrying her. I can't guarantee, but I can tell you what I feel. And I feel as though she's going to be here with you for a really long time. I really do."
Misty didn't smile at James but she looked at him with truthful eyes. I couldn't help but look at them both and young Jorgie with a hopeful smile. I hoped more than anything that James believed her words, not just because they were coming from her but because he deserved to not live in fear.
He was too shaken up to fully believe her and recover right there and then but I knew that he appreciated his best friend's support and sentiment. Of course he did. He finally stopped leaning his forehead against his little cherub's head and moved to rest his head against Misty's again. His eyes shut thoughtfully but he stayed close to two of his girls. They didn't stay fluttered shut for long, however, as he soon had to look at his little girl when he spoke about her.
"I just… I just want to give her everything, you know? I really do." He told his best friend and after he eyes shone with honesty and love for his daughter, he occupied her fondly with a water bottle to play with for the first time that heart to heart, she began to mildly fuss. After she looked fascinatedly inside the plastic bottle, James continued looking at her like the little angel without wings he knew that she was. He swallowed with love. "I mean, look at her. She's not even one years old yet and she's already given me all the greatest gifts ever by simply being herself. I love her. I love her so much. I just want to make her as happy as she does me. Sometimes, I don't think that's possible."
My heart melted when, as if Jorgie really knew every word that her father had said about her, she stopped caring so much about the contents inside the water bottle. In that moment, one of her favourite objects didn't matter to her. Only her daddy did. She let out a cooing noise and held her arms up to him and soon enough, she was on his hip. She didn't hesitate to rest her head lovingly on his chest and look adoringly up at him as Misty didn't hesitate to speak to her best friend quietly.
"Believe me, it's possible…" she told James thoughtfully as she looked at the way her little sister was looking at her best friend. She then stopped being quiet. She really found that look of love so adorable, as anyone would. Jorgie let her rest her head on James' shoulder as she continued commandeering his entire chest. "Don't you see the way she looks at you? As soon as her eyes flutter open in the morning, you can tell she's looking for you. She's always looking around for you, wanting your cuddles and wanting your approval. She's a right little daddy's girl. And not just because you give her everything she could possibly want. But because, Jimmy, you being yourself, is everything she could possibly want and need. And the same goes for all of us."
James was stunned into silence upon hearing this and I was too. James was deeply flattered and embarrassed and though he didn't want to accept such sweet and kind hearted words, you could tell they were embedding into his brain for a later date to call upon when he felt low. He really did appreciate her words. Jorgie giggled like she did too while my eyes filled with tears. I was so proud of Misty.
Everything that she said about James applied for herself too. She had really come into her own. She had come into her own over a decade ago but she was more and more each day. At one point, she struggled so badly to express her feelings. She still found it uncomfortable sometimes but she knew her loved ones deserved to hear the truth. She loved everybody around her so very much and she knew she had to let them know.
The lavender haired male was still very humbled by his best friend's words a few minutes later and felt that he didn't quite have the heartfelt ones to match. So he just shut his eyes and leaned his head in and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. After doing so, he told her the truth back.
"I just don't want Jorgie to miss out on having a mother the same way that you did, Munchkin. I would have never wanted that for you and I don't want it for my little girl either. Thank you for what you said, but the only reason she might look around for me is because she's used to me more. She's spent more time with me."
Misty could have focused on the fact she did indeed miss out on having a mother for many many years but instead, she couldn't help but smirk at his shy attitude. She reached to give him a light poke in the cheekbone after his face continued lingering near her forehead. After doing so, she stroked her little sister's cheek as well. She looked up at her with innocent, green orbs. She loved her big sister and she loved her daddy.
"Now you're just being silly, Jimmy. You've had my mom here every few months for weeks on end since she's been born. In fact, I think she's been here more than she's not been here. I'm right; she loves you because you're you. So does my mom. And so do I. I guess."
Misty stuck her tongue out playfully at her final words and James rolled his eyes back before pressing a light kiss to his daughter's nose. He then did the same to Misty but didn't say anything else. I nuzzled her stomach. I understood. She had been deeply heartfelt and personal with him. She could only manage that once that day. She had to soften her second bout of truth with a joke at the end. That's why we loved Misty. She was truthful but she was playful too. She was wonderful.
We all shared a silence following those tender and then playful moments. Well, James, Misty and I did; Jorgie went back to picking up the water bottle and crunching it while making little popping noises with her mouth. We all watched her. We all couldn't help but remain silent and watch her with awe. She really was an adorable child.
She was a mix of everybody who loved her. She was water obsessed like her Williams' relatives. She adored a lovely cuddle like her father. She made funny noises and had a baby sense of humour like Jordan. She was lovely and so, so likeable. I then really did understand why James was so afraid of being without her. On top of loving her as his daughter, he really did like her for who she was. She was a likeable and contented eight month old baby. I knew he was thinking the same things as me as he sighed thoughtfully. He then didn't hesitate to say wistful words to her.
"I really will give you everything, my love." He told her and as soon as he said the endearing name, her head snapped up towards him, her lips puckered. She really was listening to him. He kissed her tufty head and continued. "You're my little favourite. All of my children are my favourites and you are too. And the first time with a very small baby, I am enjoying all this love. I am enjoying all this love of yours. So maybe on same level, I feel as though I do deserve it. Is that crazy, baby?"
Though James was of course talking to his little girl, Misty couldn't help but answer. I assumed she wasn't listening to her best friend. She had been giving me quite the enjoyable body rub while the lavender haired male was talking to his daughter. But I was proven wrong. She had been listening to him. And she couldn't help but answer him, for Jorgie and for herself.
"No, it's not." She told him and because she had moved to lie on her back on the floor to give me a rub, she soon had to sit back up. She sat back up to look at her best friend before focusing on her half-sister. She gave James so much affection that day she felt the need to look at Jorgie while she spoke that time. "And you do deserve it. You both deserve each other. People can say what they want but you two are both perfect for each other. She was made perfect for you. She's your little girl. She looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. You look at her like she makes you complete. You love each other. That will never change. Not even when she goes through life and makes mistakes. Not even when she hears about yours and you make some more mistakes too. We're lucky being parents, James. Don't waste your time worrying about a day when she's not here. Just enjoy her while she's here. Because she's lovely. And she loves you."
Upon saying more truthful and heartfelt words, Misty let out a quiet sigh and went back to rubbing my back. But that time, I didn't enjoy it quite so much. Of course I was enjoying her affection but in that moment, I was enjoying her words so much more. James felt the same way. I know he did. He really did. He agreed with her. He agreed with it all. And he was glad that she mentioned being a parent. They had both been blessed with that gift at different times but they always shared it together. He was happy that she knew how wonderful it was to have children. He always knew she'd be amazing at it, if that was the path that she chose. And she was. And she did.
James nodded his head and gave Misty a smile; even though she was watching her own fingers run through my fur. He smiled more when he saw she wasn't looking at him and then turned to his daughter. He gave Jorgie the softest, purest, most genuine smile. He moved her so she was sitting on his bent knees and he leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against hers. She cooed delightfully and shivered with happiness more when he spoke to her.
"I really do love being a daddy so much." He told Misty, wanting to keep her in the conversation before going back to doting on his daughter. He wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to let her go and for the first time since she was born, not fearing about having to let her go either. He told her. "Yes, that's right. I love being your daddy so much."
I looked up at Misty and saw she was no longer looking at me. Things had begun going back to normal. She could tell that James no longer needing comforting and reassuring. She could go back to teasing him. She rolled her eyes at her best friend upon hearing him coddle his daughter but she didn't say anything else. She just stayed watching them. She secretly enjoyed it, I knew.
Misty secretly enjoyed seeing the love between Jorgie and James. Jorgie openly enjoyed seeing the love that she was getting from her father. She most certainly didn't roll her eyes at him. She did something way better. She did something so unexpected and sweet and for the first time. She blinked her round green orbs and then she smiled at him, her little nose scrunched up.
"Dada." She told him simply and made her way to his chest, hugging onto it and leaving the rest of us speechless. She didn't hesitate to mumble it again to prove to us that she had indeed said it and we were not hearing things. "Dada." She repeated.
And of course, following that unexpected and sweet event was chaos. Beautiful chaos. Both Misty and James cooing over the little girl and getting their cameras out to capture her doing it again and then both of them hugging, wishing Lynne had been around to see it. I shared each and every emotion with them. I felt surprised. I felt overjoyed. I felt wistful. But then I felt united. And I felt set free with the truth.
James had said that Jorgie had given him so many gifts since the day she was born and that day was proof that she'd never stop bestowing. He had hit an all-time low when he was confronted with his fears but she made it all worth it by her first word being his name. She always made everything worth it. She was James' little piece of heaven. She was James' little best friend. She was James' little Cherub. She was James' little piece of Lynne when they had to be away from each other. But when they were all together, all the distance was forgotten.
All the longing vanished and all the sad times disappeared. Lynne was an angel who went back and forth between worlds. Jorgie was a cherub who stayed at her father's side through thick and thin. And though, unlike those two, James didn't technically have wings, I believed that somehow he did. He loved unconditionally, through distance and through all the trials that they faced. That was truly angelic, in my opinion. He loved his angels so much that, not only did he become one, but he had secretly always been one. They were a family of wonder. And they made me feel wonderful.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I really enjoyed writing about Jorgie as a slightly older baby. She's very clear in my mind and it was fun including her little quirks. I used to headcanon that after Jorgie was born, James had to raise her alone almost for the first year of her life when Lynne went back 'up there', but then I decided that I couldn't do that to them. They deserve to be together! Maybe I'll write an AU one day where James has to do it alone :P Thanks again for reading and I will be back on the 28th to update The Diary of Baby Rey so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3