Hello :P It is not Wednesday but I am back with a new chapter of this story. I didn't upload Wednesday because I was writing a chapter that will be uploaded soon enough and on Thursday I had an extra shift at work. But I'm here now. This is the day that Morgan (Jordan's little sister) joins the group after Lynne finds her 'up there'. As you will soon get to know, she has a soft spot for James! I hope you enjoy :P
Ages:
Morgan: 4 (Because she died aged four)
Lynne: 30
James: 38
Jordan: 32
Misty: 31
Disclaimer: I own the stories and all of the OCs mentioned :3
James continued staring at the little girl in front of him, his green eyes wide and showing the whites at either side of his pupils and his mouth hanging open. He tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it. He saw so many different things in the eyes of the small young lady. He saw innocence. He saw purity. He saw wisdom. He saw softness. But most importantly, he saw so much of his male best friend. And because of this, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she continued staring back up him.
But after a while of her looking back up at him with the same gaze, the blonde little girl suddenly blushed and covered her face with her small hands, her white dress swaying around her ankles. She swallowed shyly and backed away a few steps so she was closer to Lynne who was standing directly behind her.
"Stop it. Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked the lavender haired male and continued covering her face with her hands, continuing to blush behind her digits. She swallowed a second time and Lynne automatically moved down to her knees to reassure the little girl and rest her hand lightly on her shoulder.
James didn't hesitate to do the same. He swallowed himself and shook his head at himself, realising how his stares were coming across to the four year old child. He didn't hesitate to reassure her either, going down onto his knees and offering her a genuine smile. The child soon moved her hands away from her eyes so she could see the kindness on his face.
"I'm really sorry, I don't mean to stare. It's just that you look so much like Jordan." He told her with continuing gentle eyes and a smile, continuing to study her subtly even though he was no longer staring. He continued, holding a hand slowly out to her. "You are so much like your big brother. You are so pretty."
Upon hearing this, the sweet little girl blushed a second time but that time, it wasn't out of shyness. Well, it was, but it was a different kind of shyness. She had never felt that way before after being complimented by a person. She felt her stomach flip with nervousness but at the same time, she felt very relaxed.
After his staring, she could feel the kindness and safe vibes coming from the male opposite him. She didn't hesitate to take a few steps towards him and took his hand that he was offering to her.
She wanted to focus on the fact that he had complimented her and thank him for it but she didn't. Instead, she focused on his former words and addressed something about it. She scrunched her nose up shyly, her voice coming out in almost a secretive whisper.
"I hope I do look like Jordan, we are brother and sister." She told him quietly and right away, James nodded his head and listened to her. Following that, she turned around from looking at the lavender haired male and looked over at Lynne instead. Once again, she scrunched her nose but that time, it was more in a judgemental way. "Jordan is not my daddy like she keeps saying. She keeps saying she's going to take me to my daddy. But Jordan is not my daddy. He's my brother."
Both James and I blinked in confusion at the little girl's words and straight away, Lynne's face softened with bewilderment as well. She blinked her blue orbs over at the blonde young lady and shook her head slightly, beginning to look very concerned.
She knew that it had been a long trip after finding the little girl 'up there' and coming back down with her but surely that wouldn't have confused her too much? Maybe it had done. After all, she was only stuck at the small age of four. She could have been easily confused. She remained being her usual gentle self with the little girl, despite the growing pang of foreboding in her stomach.
"But… But honey, Jordan is your father. I found you up there. You must be. You're-"
With a gentle and sad but firm shake of her head, the little girl denied the older female's words. She moved closer to James for comfort as she prepared to disappoint Lynne. She shook her head a second time and James rested his hand lightly on her shoulder. Her green eyes filled with guilt as she interrupted the orange haired female.
"I don't think I am who you think I am." She told her in a child-like voice but she seemed to possess wisdom and maturity beyond her years, even though she was so very innocent too. James' hand moved from resting on her shoulder and lightly stroked her blonde locks. The child swallowed, her eyes fixed on Lynne's that were filling more with pain. "I'm Jordan's little sister. I'm Morgan."
I breathed out painfully for Lynne as I suspected what had gone on and realised who that she thought the child was or belonged to but I pushed that to the back of my mind for later as I focused on James. He nodded his head at Morgan's words and remained kneeling in front of her to not intimidate the little girl. He looked up at Lynne as she shakily stood back up to her full height.
"Yes, Lynne, this is Morgan." He nodded in agreement, recognising the child from Jordan's old photographs and giving the little girl a small smile when she moved round to his side and already rested her cheek on his shoulder. She really had taken to him! He then swallowed, for once not understanding why Lynne was reacting the way that she was. He assumed that she was confused and explained further. "Lynne, this is Jordan's baby sister. She's the one. She's that one."
James told Lynne and he left it at that, not wanting to bring up things that he had heard from the little girl and Jordan's past in front of the child. But his eyes didn't need to be filled with knowing and telling words. Lynne already realised that the little girl was Morgan and not somebody else that she thought she was. She simply nodded her head and tried to be brave and focus on the lavender haired male as he was being his sweet self to the four year old child.
He gave her another gentle smile and moved her back in front of his face, offering her hand to her once again. She didn't hesitate to take it and he made them lightly shake hands. He didn't break his eyes away from hers as he spoke to her.
"You're Morgan." He told her briefly and after she nodded her head innocently, he didn't hesitate to continue, still shaking her hand gently. "And I'm James. Your big brother is one of my best friends. I'm so happy to meet you. And I'm assuming that you already know that's Lynne - Jordan's fiancée."
The blonde little girl stopped blushing shyly at the lavender haired male long enough to turn her head back to the older female to look at her and nod her head at his words. For once, Lynne answered James quickly and in a slightly harder tone than normal. She was trying not to break down.
"Yes, I'm Lynne and that's James and you're Morgan. I can see that now." She spoke so hurriedly that Morgan began to blink and James stood up to his full height. But he didn't let go of the little girl's hand as he looked at Lynne and tried to understand why she was feeling and acting the way that she was. She shook her head at herself, trying to appear more collected and soften out her tone. She tried to smile bravely. "I think Morgan would really like to see her big brother now so, James, would you take her for me please? I need a moment alone."
And with that, Lynne asked as politely and gratefully she could despite the ever growing pain in her heart and stomach before she almost curtsied before exiting the room and heading to a more private one in the Morgan Mansion.
James and I shared a glance and I was debating whether to follow the orange haired female or not and comfort her pain when, before I could do that, the yellow haired little girl showed off her innocent side. She had very much sensed the emotions that the older female was facing but despite what she had been through, she was still only four years old. She soon moved on from them and almost twirled around James' ankles. She kept her hand in his. She looked up at him.
"I like you." She told him earnestly and continued squeezing his hand before scrunching her nose up at him. She blushed a delicate rosy pink. Despite my worry and concern for the orange haired female, I couldn't help but smirk slightly. "You're handsome."
James blushed in surprise at the words from the little girl but soon enough, he just smiled at her and went back down to kneeling in front of her level. He respected Lynne very much and always was going to do what she asked of him but at the same time, he understood that in that moment, she was going through some sort of internal battle. And he wanted to be there to help her. He was going to help her. After he answered Morgan first, of course.
"I like you too. You're a cutie." He told her sincerely and gently squeezed her hand back and after she blushed even further, he leaned forward and whispered to her in that secret voice that she had shown off when they first met. She giggled slightly when his hair tickled her face. "You see that room in there? Well, that's my office and there are loads of photos of me and your brother in there. Why don't you go and see how many and I'll speak to Lynne and then take you to see him?"
Upon hearing this, the little girl didn't hesitate to gasp and scamper off in the direction that he was pointing in, her white dress swirling around her ankles. I couldn't help but smirk slightly more. I didn't know if it was the pictures featuring James that she was eager to see or whether she wanted to hurry up and do that so she could see Jordan. It could be those things or it could have been that she wanted to please James. It was mostly that one.
After the little girl had hurried off, James got up from kneeling on the ground and started to move towards the door that Lynne had headed into. And right as he got ready to open the door, she headed out of it and almost bumped into him. In fact, she did collide with him but he didn't mind. He had sensed her emotions brewing inside her before and now that Morgan was out of the way, he could talk to her about it properly.
He grabbed hold of her arms gently but firmly and even though she was trying to avoid looking at him, he looked right at her. He then moved one of his hands to cup the side of her face lightly. She was forced to look at him. She swallowed and when she did look at him, her eyes were filled with even more sadness and slight tears too. I swallowed as well as Lynne shook her head at herself. She couldn't stop herself being honest with the man that she deeply cared about.
"Oh, James." She began in a shaky voice and continued shaking her head at herself. She was mildly embarrassed but mostly, she was just upset. She wanted comforting. She wanted somebody to talk to. And luckily for her, James was right there. He didn't move his hand away from her face as he got ready to listen to her. "I made such a mistake. I thought that little girl was the baby that Jordan and I lost. I was so stupid. I got my hopes up. But it's not our baby, is it? It's Morgan? Jordan's little sister?"
I breathed out sympathetically as even though Lynne very much knew that the little girl was Morgan – after all, the child had said so herself – but she couldn't stop her voice being laced with a teensy bit of hope still. She had really been hoping that the child had the one that she and Jordan miscarried earlier in the year and had somehow grown up to be four years old. At the time, she knew that it didn't make much sense but still, she really hoped that she could somehow be theirs. She had hoped with all of her heart.
Right away, James breathed out with empathy upon hearing Lynne explain her pain to him and instead of comforting her with words, at first he just moved his arms to wrap around her and pulled her to his chest. Somehow, this was more emotional for Lynne than if he had spoken to her. She found herself threatening to break down even more and she tried not to cry in his arms. She buried her head against his shoulder and shook her head at herself a second time.
"I've been so silly. I've been so silly, I should have known that that's my Jordan's little sister. I should have known. But I didn't. She must be so confused. Poor thing, I must have confused her so much. I-"
"She will understand, Lynne." James interrupted Lynne but not hurriedly or rudely. He was just telling her the truth. He continued holding her for a bit longer before pulling away so he could look at her sincerely. She sniffed and her eyes pooled with more tears when she looked into his caring green orbs. He nodded his head at her gently. "Morgan will understand, Lynne. And I understand too. I'm here."
And with that, James didn't need to say anymore and he simply pressed a light kiss to Lynne's forehead and shut his eyes briefly. I wanted to move in between them and comfort the orange haired woman myself but I didn't. That was their moment. And like James had said himself, he understood. And he really did.
Like Jordan and Lynne and Ash and Misty too, Jessie and James had suffered their own loss of a baby in a miscarriage many years ago. And even though it had been many years since then versus Jordan and Lynne's few months, not a day went by where the lavender haired male thought about his child that he never met.
He was so happy for Ash and Misty and Jordan and Lynne too when they were given a little bit of closure with JJ and not a hint of jealousy crossed over his mind. He was happy for them. He wished that he could meet his own lost child but still, he understood that it wasn't his time. It wasn't their time.
So instead of feeling sad, he used his time to continue holding Lynne. And he was pressing a tender but innocent kiss to her cheek when Morgan pranced out of his office and stopped, raising an eyebrow at the two.
"I've been watching you since I've been up there, James. You better not have two wives." She told him and stopped freezing in her tracks to come over and take hold of his hand when he stopped holding Lynne in his arms. She then said something that made even Lynne crack a smile. "And if you do, one of them should be me. Anyway, I'm ready to see my brother now."
From watching the entire scene before from the window ledge, I hopped onto Lynne's shoulder to offer her the small bit of comfort that I wanted to give her before. Soon enough, she gave me another smile and reached out to stroke my cheek. I didn't hesitate to smile back. I really loved her. She really was one of the bravest women I knew, and in such a gentle way.
And like her big brother, Morgan was clearly one of the funniest and impatient people that we were beginning to get to know. She tugged on James' hand and urged him, her expression determined but still just as sweet as ever.
"C'mon, c'mon. I might somehow be five years old by the time I get to see him!"
And with that, all three of Lynne, James and I couldn't stop ourselves from bursting into laughter at the little girl and the lavender haired male didn't hesitate to lead her down to the quarters of his house where Lynne and Jordan lived while they were down on earth.
And as we walked together, I couldn't help but reflect. I shook my head to myself, feeling an emotion of warmth and happiness in my belly. It had been so surprising but a dream come true when every few months, Jordan and Lynne started visiting our group as angels. And then soon enough, they very much became part of our group. And since then, we had been lucky enough to have JJ. And moving on from that further, we then started to have Morgan.
A good chunk of our groups were made up of angels and because of their wonderful presence, they made us into better people too. They almost made us into angels too, in fact. But that was on some days. On other days, of course, we were the mischievous and playful group we had always been!
I stopped thinking to myself and couldn't help but notice that Morgan could sense when she was near where her brother was and she was soon enough to be reunited with him after many decades apart. She started to slow down her twirling alongside James and quietened down. And even though she didn't let go of her hand, it began to feel very clammy as she held onto the older male.
James sensed this long before he could feel the warmth of her fingers and he didn't hesitate to look down at her and give her a smile as he paused outside the room that he knew Jordan was in. His other hand moved to reach for Lynne's too and she didn't hesitate to hold it back.
After opening up to the lavender haired male about the mistake that she made, she feel felt pain and disappointment in her heart but instead she was focusing on the gratitude that she was going to witness her fiancée reuniting with his little sister. She held onto James' hand appreciatively while the lavender haired male looked down at Morgan and nodded his head softly.
He didn't have to ask with words if she was ready. He nodding his head and looking down at her conveyed everything that he wanted to say. She looked back up at him. She swallowed. She was apprehensive but it was something she really wanted to do. She paused and then she nodded her head back. She was ready. She knew she was ready. James knew she was ready. So he opened the door. He got ready to witness the reuniting of a lifetime.
The lavender haired male cracked open Jordan's bedroom door and even though it was only early evening, it was very dully lit. But it wasn't a dull atmosphere. It wasn't a sad atmosphere. Jordan had Misty over to hang out and together, the room was being lit up by the glow of one of the yellow haired male's many fish tanks. And together, they were naming them all.
Jordan burst into laughter and corrected Misty when she named them wrong over and over again to get that particular reaction out of him.
Automatically, Lynne held a hand over her heart and smiled. There he was. There was the man that she loved and the man that in a few short months, she was to finally marry. And there he was, seemingly very happy even though they had briefly been separated after their engagement when she had to go back 'up there'.
Morgan froze slightly when she heard her brother's laughter but not out of fear or confusion. She was very overwhelmed. She hadn't heard it in years. She hadn't seen him in years. She hid behind James' leg. She began to suck on her thumb. The lavender haired male understood her apprehension but he didn't let go of her.
He too smiled at Jordan's happiness and he smiled even more seeing Jordan and Misty – father and daughter – together and having a wonderful time. He loved seeing their happiness and he wanted to join in. But he couldn't. Instead, he had to interrupt. He had to interrupt and allow the yellow haired male to see his little sister. He had to get the ball rolling before Morgan lost all courage.
He kept hold of her and he cleared his throat. He kept her shyly behind him as he took steps forward into the room and lightly turned the lights up just a fraction. Right away, Jordan and Misty reacted and the yellow haired male blinked before smiling right away when he saw his male best friend.
That was his moment. That was James' moment. He didn't hesitate to take it. Before Jordan could speak, James did. But he waited for Morgan to reveal herself in her own time.
"Jordan, Misty – hi." He began and Jordan broke out into more of a beam when he saw Lynne hiding behind him as well. He stood up on his bed. He got ready to come over and greet her. But he then had to greet someone else when, right as James continued speaking, Morgan stopped hiding from behind his legs. She stood right in front of her big brother. "Lynne found someone for you. We've got someone for you."
Jordan stopped in his tracks. Somehow before he even saw the little girl, let alone properly focused his eyes on her, he somehow got an inclination and felt in his stomach what was about to happen. From his point of view, everything somehow seemed to go in slow motion. His eyes dropped down to the floor where his baby sister was standing and as he stared down at her, she stared up at him.
They had exactly the same expression. They were getting all the exact same images and memories flashing through their brains. Memories of each other. Memories of being separated. Memories of going looking for each other. Jordan froze. He didn't move. He couldn't believe it.
And it was then in that moment that James and I got the same feeling. We knew that Jordan of course would have wanted to see his little sister but still, how he was going to react would have been anyone's guess.
He was such a kind and sweet and gentle male but sometimes he suffered very much. Sometimes he could be filled with panic. Sometimes he could be filled with every single emotion on the planet at once. Sometimes he could be hit with no feelings at all. He never would have hurt anybody ever. But in that moment, James and I and then Lynne too were worried. What if we were hurting him by reuniting him with someone he wasn't ready to see?
All of our breaths started to be held. Misty's too. Everything was going in slow motion for us as well. And then, all of a sudden, things started to speed up. As little Morgan emotionally whispered her big brother's name, Jordan reacted in the way that we knew that he would deep inside.
He jumped down off the bed and almost skidded on his knees to be in front of his little sister. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hug her tight. He held her tighter but more tenderly than he had ever held anybody ever before. He began to sob. He was overwhelmed but he was filled with joy. He started to cry.
"O-Oh my god, Morgan, how is it you?" he asked her emotionally as he held her even though of course he understood how it all came to be. But still. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe he was holding her again after all of those decades. She began to sniff in his arms as well as she held onto him just as tightly. "Oh, Morgan. Oh, Morgan."
For a good few minutes, Jordan couldn't say anything other than her name. I swallowed emotionally and stayed with James and Lynne while Misty looked on ahead and looked severely confused. But she began to understand more as each minute past. We all stayed on the outside. Jordan and Morgan were very much in their own world together. Their own world of being reunited at last. Brother and sister had been reunited at last. And it did feel so good.
After a long silence of words and only emotional noises coming from the two siblings, Jordan finally pulled away from holding Morgan to look at her properly. He began to shake even more as his eyes studied her but he was okay. He was doing okay. He was overwhelmed. He was shocked. But he was happy. He shook his head slightly, his eyes and his attention on only her. She was the only person that he saw.
"What have you been doing up there all that time? And you're the same age. What have you been doing with yourself?" Jordan asked his little sister and because she was just as emotional as she was, she didn't hesitate to hurriedly but truthfully answer.
"I drew, I painted, I did puzzles, I played with the other children. But mostly I watched over you. Of course I did. I've always watched over you."
This filled Lynne's heart with love as she watched on at the emotional moment but she and Jordan were completely different people. Upon hearing this, Jordan started to grow filled with guilt. His voice grew shaky as his body felt the need to cry again but no new tears came. He shakily held onto his little sister. He shook his head at himself.
"You should have always been able to watch over me. I shouldn't have did what I did to end up being up there with you." He told her with regret and as Lynne held onto James once again, I hopped onto Misty's shoulder to give her comfort instead. I knew that she needed it most. She was feeling emotional seeing her father clearly regret how he left the world. Jordan continued shakily, tears starting to form in his eyes again. "I wanted to go looking for you, I really did. But I couldn't. I'm sorry; I just couldn't face what I did."
Upon hearing this and upon seeing more tears in her brother's eyes, they didn't hesitate to fill her matching green orbs as well. She nodded her head at him and then she shook her head at him. Despite the words that she then said, she held onto his shoulders tightly and forgivingly.
"I'm mad about what you did too." She told him truthfully with a sniff and after his eyes widened, she clarified. She had more tears pooling her eyes than she had had in decades. "I can't believe you did that to yourself. You-"
"No." Jordan suddenly interrupted his sister and he held onto her shoulders back before his hands moved to tenderly cup her face. She began to weep at the soft touch of the strong man that she had lost many years ago. We all watched the scene unfold, all feeling different emotions in our hearts but all of us feeling love for the yellow haired man. He admitted to his little sister brokenly. "Well, yes, that too. But I couldn't face what I did to you. I couldn't face what I did to you."
Upon hearing this, all of us were left confused. Lynne held her hand over her heart and I thought she was trying to figure out what they were talking about but I soon realised that she knew. James did too. His own eyes were filled with tears. All answers soon became clear to us all when Morgan shook her head adamantly at her brother and held onto his face back.
"You didn't do a single thing to me." She told him with a determined sniff and for once, Jordan didn't nod his head at her. He just listened. Morgan continued speaking to her beloved big brother. "You looked after me. You fed me. You taught me. You made me laugh. It wasn't your fault you had to go. It wasn't your fault."
I looked at James and I looked at Lynne. Misty did too. The yellow haired male hadn't liked to open up too much about his guilt and his regret but in his own time, he told all of us. In his own time, he told me.
Morgan had passed away from malnourishment the week that he had been grounded at home and locked up in his room. He blamed himself. He believed that without him catching her fish and feeding her secretly like he always used to do, he had to face losing her. But of course, that wasn't the case. I knew this. Misty knew this. Lynne knew this. James knew this. Morgan knew this. And soon enough, Jordan knew it as well.
Morgan was so many things. She was sweet. She was smart. She was innocent. She was funny. She was lovely. And soon enough, we would learn that she was blunt as anything too. She always told the truth. She never told a lie. At that point, we didn't know that about the little girl but Jordan did.
Jordan knew that she never lied. And because of this, for the first time in his life, he believed what was being said. He started to believe that he passing on was not his fault. He started to heal. All because he had his sister in his arms once again.
The two siblings held onto one and other for many minutes following that tender moment and once they pulled away, they started to be playful together. They chatted to one and other. They teased one and other. And then Jordan suddenly stood up. After nodding his head gratefully at Lynne and James, he looked over to his daughter who was emotional but grateful to have witnessed the whole thing. He didn't look away from Misty as he spoke.
"I'm so lucky to have Lynne and James looking out for me and they're people that you've already met." He told Morgan while not looking away from the orange haired female but despite this, the yellow haired little girl nodded her head. Jordan continued, a brave and emotional but sincere slight grin taking over his mouth. "And I'm lucky to have my daughter watching out for me too. You really need to meet her."
And with that, Jordan didn't hesitate to reach his hand out to his daughter's and she didn't hesitate to hold onto it back. Before she could stop him, the strong male gave her a light (but powerful) tug and he encouraged her to properly meet his little sister.
For a rare occasion, my best friend's orange haired wife was filled with shyness. She swallowed. She had witnessed every emotional and wonderful part of them reuniting and she had heard little bits and pieces about her before too. She was nervous. She was nervous to meet someone who meant so much her beloved father. But I remained on her shoulder as she did what came naturally to her.
She had always had maternal instincts. She was always so wonderful with small things. Despite her shyness and slight nervousness, she didn't hesitate to go down on her knees in front of the little girl. She smiled at her and offered her her hand, her aquamarine orbs filled with wonder and kindness.
Thankfully, Morgan made it easier for them both. She was such a unique little child. And she had taken up a piece of my heart from the moment that I had first seen her.
She took the hand of Misty's that was being offered to her and she reached out her own hand too. She reached out to stroke the orange locks of her hair and she smiled to herself. She almost hummed.
"Pretty." She told her simply and this very much broke the ice between them. Misty stopped looking at her as this angelic being from 'up there' and started seeing her for what she was also. A child. A beautiful and innocent child. After Misty thanked her, Morgan continued. She ducked her head almost shyly but she spoke with some confidence too. "You're my brother's daughter. I'm your Auntie and I'm younger than you."
These words could have led to an awkward silence in other people's groups but to say the least, we were definitely not like other people's groups. Morgan's words were left with silence from everybody else as they just watched Misty and the little girl getting to know each other while the orange haired water Pokémon Trainer laughed. She nodded her head and she tilted her head at the little girl. She smiled warmly, not letting go of her hand.
"You are my daddy's little sister. I'm your niece and you are younger than me." Misty responded to Morgan and that time, the rest of the people in the room let out quiet laughter and engaged to one and other in amused chatter. But the orange haired female ignored them. She continued looking over at her relative. She scrunched her nose up slightly but she continued smiling. "That's pretty weird, huh?" she asked the little girl and after she responded with a single nod and her own wrinkle of her nose, Misty laughed in agreement and continued holding her hands. She was filled with warmth. She was filled with friendliness. She was filled with love. She didn't hesitate to tell her. Misty didn't hesitate to tell her.
"It is pretty weird, I agree. But that's us. That's us all. We're all weird here but we're all family too. My Dad is your Brother. My Mom is your Sister-In-Law. And James, well, James will look after you no matter what. I'm your Niece. You're my Auntie. We're all family now, Morgan. And I'm certain that you will have a wonderful time with us."
And upon hearing this, we all smiled. Morgan smiled and nodded. Jordan smiled and nodded. Lynne smiled and nodded. And James smiled and nodded too. I beamed. I nodded my head and I beamed.
Misty had taken the words out of my mouth. I guess it was pretty weird how Morgan joined our group and it was not the most common that she was Misty's Aunt and technically younger than her. But that didn't matter. Like Misty said, we were all family.
And after Morgan joined our group for good, Jordan started to heal. And after Morgan spent more and more time with us, she started to flourish. She forgot all of the bad memories of her past and started to have new, lovely ones. She deserved nothing more. Because she was exactly that. She was lovely. Morgan was lovely. And I am going to love telling you all of her stories.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I've wanted to write this for a really long time and it was based on something that Shannon and I did together about a year ago. It was fun turning it into our writing to a proper story! This tackles a lot of different things. Showing how Lynne is still fragile after miscarrying a baby with Jordan in the Spring. The heartache Jordan faces around Morgan's death and how he blames himself. James and Lynne's bond and relationship. They aren't romantically together at this point but they're definitely in love. This chapter also kind of indicates why they fell for each other so hard in some ways. They both have a lot in common and understand one and other on a different level :3 I find Morgan really fun to write. She's innocent and sweet but also completely blunt and says things beyond her years. It's interesting to get the right balance. I like her a lot and will definitely write more about her in the future! Thanks again and I will be back tomorrow actually - with the last chapter (for now) of The Diary of Baby Rey. So see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3