Hello :P It is not Wednesday but I am back to upload this new chapter. I was going to procrastinate uploading this until tomorrow evening seeing as I have two extra days at work this week but I decided to sit down and do it and I'm glad it's going up today. As you know James and Lynne have a little girl called Jorgie and I've written about her a lot before. And just a bit later after creating her together, Shannon and I came up with her little brother. But oddly and despite being very strong in my mind, I've never written about him. I've mentioned him, I think, but never written. But that's changed. The story doesn't really involve a story about him but it's the story of his birth. So here he is. This is the introduction of Jorgie's little brother. I hope you enjoy!
Ages:
James: 41
Lynne: 30
Jorgie: 2 Years Old
Disclaimer: I own the story and all of the OCs mentioned :3
James breathed out haggardly and heavily through his nostrils as he didn't dare let go of his two year old daughter for even a second. He didn't want to. And she didn't mind. She certainly didn't mind. He was feeling the exact same way about her as she often did about him so she gladly wrapped her small arms around his neck while he continued holding her and gently swaying from side to side with her.
He breathed out once again, his meadow and pain filled green orbs slowly meeting Jorgie's face while she didn't let go of her neck and remained humming absentmindedly to herself. He swallowed, almost finding himself having to look away from her once again when tears threatened to prick his eyes. But inside his head, he told himself off. Inwardly, he shook his head at himself. And he forced himself to be brave. He forced himself to look right at his little girl.
And when his eyes focused on her sweet, little and innocent face, even more of a lump than ever filled his throat. He almost choked. He pulled her closer, really not wanting to let her go. Not in that moment. Not in the future. Not ever. Though it filled him with pain and a horrible feeling of emptiness, he looked at Jorgie. And he waited for the joy and happiness to engulf him like how he always usually felt when he was in her presence.
But that day, it was different. That day, it was so different. He loved his little girl so much. He loved Jorgie more than he had ever been able to describe. But that day had been different. That day had been pain filled and it had been filled with joy at the same time. It was so confusing. And the more that James focused on his little half-angel daughter, he began to sense deep inside of the pit in his stomach that she could feel and understand all that had gone on.
The lavender haired male let out another shaky breath as he tilted his head on one side and pondered to her how much she was truly aware of. She was two years old. She was only just two years old but still rather young in herself. She was very attached to him. He was definitely her world. But she had a world beyond him as well. She loved lots of people. She was very loved. She was very smart. She was beyond intelligent. That was just something you could tell about her.
Like her mother and her father in his own way too, little Jorgie had a deep sense about her. She seemed to know things without being told. So that day, even though she hadn't been told with words and couldn't possibly fathom them even if she had been informed, she knew that the group had suffered a great loss. Someone from the gang was missing. Someone from the gang had passed on. But contrasting that, someone else had been born. And that's what James wanted to talk to his little girl about.
The lavender haired male cleared his throat but he didn't stop swaying with his toddler daughter, almost dancing with her to offer comfort to them both. The more they moved and the more that time passed, Jorgie clung onto her father even more. But it wasn't in a desperate way, despite the situation that she sensed was happening. It was just in a loving way. She loved her Daddy so much. She adored him. And because James of course felt the same way too, he found their little silence being broken by him telling her exactly that.
"You're my little baby, Jorgie. You know that, don't you?" he asked her in soft and paternal tones, accompanying his words by nodding his head so she knew they were true. Needless to say, she very much understood they were true. She stopped fluffing the back of her father's hair with her hand and looked at him with wondrous eyes. Even though she continued humming to herself, James knew that he had to continue talking sweetly to his child. He pressed a tender kiss to her flushed little forehead. "You'll always be my baby - that will never stop. You will always be my little Cherub. Forever and always."
The orange haired little girl and been looking rather thoughtful and blank for a good few minutes but upon hearing those words, she broke into a content little smile. She didn't hesitate to cling onto her Daddy's neck tighter while nuzzling into his shoulder, giving him little head-butts of love. James held her even closer to his chest, shutting his eyes and swallowing the lump that was filling most of his throat. He shook his head, at himself, and at the situation.
"Oh Jorgie, what am I going to do…?" James breathed out and whispered before he could stop himself, his breath hitching in his throat. He knew that his words had slipped out before he could stop them. Soon enough, his forehead creased with a frown and he cleared his throat as if to cover them up. But Jorgie had noticed. Jorgie had heard. And James knew that this fact was most definitely true when his two year old daughter momentarily pulled away from his shoulder and gave him a brief glance and head tilt.
That made James swallow even more and his hand grip the back of her t shirt while he stroked the back of her neck lightly. She was only a little girl. She was only a little toddler. But she knew things. She knew a great many things. She knew that her father was feeling empty. She knew that her father was feeling sad. But at the same time, she could feel a feeling of gain inside him. And she could feel a slight spark of happiness too. That left a little knot in her stomach.
She didn't understand how people could be happy and sad in one. Because she felt so new to all of those feelings, she didn't hesitate to rest her cheek back on James' shoulder. This bought them both a lot of comfort. And it made it easier for James to move past his vulnerable words and get on with what he really wanted to talk about.
"I never wanted this day to end up how it did. Of course, I'm over the moon with our new little guy. But I feel like I'm drowning too. I don't know what to do." The lavender haired male's words were still said with the same vulnerability that he had earlier but after he admitted them, he was able to move on for good. He swallowed again, that time to pull himself together. He gave the top of Jorgie's head another tender kiss and this gave him all the courage to not give up. And it gave him the drive to not give up on happiness, even though that day had been filled with sadness and loss too.
"No, no. I know what to do. I know what Nanny would want me to do. She's always taught me that family is the real wealth. So I should focus on that. We both should focus on that, you and I. We need to focus on your little brother. And you need to meet him. Properly."
For the second time that day, the orange haired small little girl pulled away from her father's closeness to look at him, his big eyes laced with curiosity and her head tilting in confusion. And as I looked at her from across the room, I could almost imagine what exactly she was thinking. I could almost hear all of her thoughts.
Jorgie scrunched her nose up. One particular word baffled her. Or rather, two particular words did. "Little" and "Brother". "Little Brother". She scrunched up her nose even further and continued looking at her Dad. She had heard those words before. Of course, she had heard those words before. She was very familiar with one of the words. "Brother". She knew that word. She knew what it meant. She had a good few of them. She had Justin. She had Jayden. She had Jaxon. They were half-brothers, but they were brothers all the same. That never posed much confusion.
But then in the last few months – in the last nine months in fact – she had heard that word being mentioned more and more. And each time that she heard it, it had the word "little" in front of it as well. Jorgie thought to herself. She had sensed all kinds of changes. She had seen lots of changes.
Her Daddy had always been happy but then in recent few months, he had been very very happy. He had been glowing. Her Mother was the same way. She was glowing too, and she was growing as well. Her tummy had started to get bigger. And every time that her Daddy had pointed to the bump in her Mommy's front, he would always say those two words. He would say, "little brother". Jorgie didn't really understand why. Surely that wasn't the name for her mother's stomach. Surely her mother's bump hadn't been given a similar name to Justin, Jayden and Jaxon.
Jorgie sighed to herself and after thinking to herself; she blinked and cuddled back into her father's neck for comfort. She knew those words. She knew the words "little" and "brother" but she had never equated them to a person. She had never equated them to a being. She didn't really understand that she was no longer James and Lynne's only child. She didn't fathom that she was no longer the baby of their little family. A little boy was. A little boy that had been born on the same day that her Father's Nanny Josie had passed on.
The lavender haired male and his orange haired girlfriend had tried to explain the pregnancy that had befallen their family many many times but soon enough, they knew that there was nothing that could be said to make her understand. They would just have to wait and see. They would just have to wait for his arrival and see how Jorgie dealt with it.
But of course, this didn't stop James from being soothing and understanding. And even though his daughter didn't really understand fully what was going on, he was always truthful with her and told her everything like she understood perfectly. And he carried on with that attitude even on that day. He didn't slow down swaying with his little cherub for even a second.
"It's time for you to see the little baby, Jorgie. I know that you were there in the room with Mommy but he had to be whisked away pretty quickly. I'm sorry about that, Jorgie. I'm sorry I…" James tried to gently tell his little girl but he couldn't continue any further. He shut his eyes and he swallowed. I did too. Jorgie did as well and I knew that in my heart, she wasn't just copying her father. She sympathised with him. I did too. I did so very much indeed.
That had been horrible. The birth of he and Lynne's little boy was so wonderful and they had made yet another perfect little thing together. But as soon as he had entered the world and had permission to leave the room, he was carried away to meet his Great - Grandmother in case it was too late. And it was too late. Jorgie had missed out on the opportunity to being one of the first person to lay their eyes on the little boy, for Josie. But in the end, both of them missed out. Josie had missed out by just a few minutes, but the orange haired little girl was lucky.
She had a second chance. She had a whole new opportunity. She had a chance to get to meet her little brother. And that's exactly why James was being so tender with her. Not because he wanted her to react perfectly, but because he wanted his daughter to love her little brother in the same way that he loved his Grandmother. And he wanted her to seize every moment with the new little thing. Because family was the only true wealth. And being together instead of alone was one of the most important things. That's what Josie had taught her only Grandson.
"It doesn't matter." James breathed out and finally concluded his emotional words and had the strength to continue with them after Jorgie nuzzled into his neck all over again before looking at her Father. Once she had locked her eyes on him, she didn't look away. She didn't want to. She couldn't. She could feel his emptiness and his vulnerability. And if their orbs connected made all of that a bit better for him, of course she was going to do it. And it did. "It's time to meet your little brother, little Jorgie. It's time to meet your little friend."
And with that, the lavender haired male pressed another tender kiss to his two year old daughter's forehead before turning on his heel with her and heading back to her in his childhood bedroom that was in his grandparents' house and also where Lynne had given birth. I was left behind. I didn't mind it, but I was left behind. I was left behind to think. And I embraced it. I sighed.
It had been a truly harrowing way. I was exhausted, but like in the exact same way that James and Jorgie felt, I was energised. It was like being pulled from two ends of the earth. It was like being upside down. It was like feeling everything and nothing at once. It was strange. It was unsettling. But it was life. And life was precious; I knew that even more after being around in the house the day that Josie passed on.
Life was to be accepted and enjoyed, even when it was strange and confusing and unfathomable. There would always be good and bad in every single day. And even if things looked mostly bad, there would always be some good. You just had to look hard. Some days, you had to look really hard. But it would always be worth it. Because moving forward, that was another important thing. And that was yet another important thing that Josie had taught her little James.
I needed a good few moments alone before I padded along the floor and opened the door to James' childhood room and Lynne's current resting room with my nose. I peeked inside with my face, not going in at first. Right away, I could see that James was feeling the same way as me. He had taken his time too. He had felt the need to take his time. He was barely in the room properly so I had to wait for him to take a few more steps before I could enter as well. Soon enough and in his own time, he did exactly that.
Even though the orange haired tired angel was asleep having only just given birth to their little boy a few hours ago, James found himself flashing her a loving and genuine smile. Before that moment, his eyes had been different to how they normally were. Of course they were - who could blame him? They were slightly red. They were slightly puffy. They were vulnerable. But as soon as he spotted his other orange haired angel and saw that she was asleep, he felt a lot calmer. He felt a lot more peace within himself.
He didn't smile even more at sleeping Lynne but his eyes twinkled a fraction more as if his mouth was quirked up at the corner. After giving Jorgie a final hug for the time being and whispered her sweet nickname of "Cherub" in her ear and kissed her soft and chubby cheek, he put her down on the floor so she could make her own way onto her Mother's bed. James didn't hesitate to follow after her, walking slowly and copying his daughter's toddling pace. I stuck my nose further in the door and watched but didn't enter. It was their moment.
The orange haired little girl's head turned back at her father for reassurance after taking a few steps. Since walking at rather a late age compared to the other Morgan and Williams' children, she was rather confident in her ability to do so. So her looking back at her father for confidence was a throwback. She hadn't done that for a good few months. But then, right away, I understood and James did too. Jorgie swallowed. Then James swallowed. And I did as well.
She could sense that she wasn't the only little child in the room. Her lavender haired father and told her of this fact but still, she didn't really know what it meant. But after a few seconds, she began to know how it felt. She could feel the presence of another little person. His energy was strong. His energy was apparent. And his energy was very similar and close to hers.
It was either Lynne sensing her little girl noticing the change in atmosphere or hearing the light padding of her feet and her boyfriend's feet that made her drift away from dreamland. She was in pain and she was rather sore so she was frowning. But that wasn't really the reason that her forehead was creased.
Like it had been for us all, that day had been a bit of a blur. Like it had been for everybody in our group, that day had been very hazy and almost dream-like. Lynne frowned to herself as she drifted away from her snoozing visions. Was it all real? Had all of it been real? As her eyes fluttered open and she sleepily met the gaze of her quiet and lavender haired boyfriend, she felt a twinge in her throat. And even though it hurt to do so, she made herself sit lightly and gently up. She nodded inwardly to herself. Nothing had been a dream. It was all real. And she knew that it was as soon as she spotted James.
And just like how the lavender haired male had felt for his orange haired girlfriend, the orange haired woman from above managed a smile right away upon seeing him. It wasn't fake. It wasn't forced. She was sad. Inside, she was sad and had suffered a great loss too. But like how he felt with her, she found him a wonderful and natural comfort to all of her pain. That's what had bought them close together in the first place, after all. And that's why they ended up with their little girl, who, in that moment, had finally toddled her way over to the edge of her mother's bed.
She didn't say any words as she reached Lynne's bedside but she let out an innocent squeak and held her arms up to her. Her eyes were wide but they were naturally wide. So she always looked as if she was either always curious or always wanting something. James found it adorable. Lynne did too. She found it so adorable that she bit her lip after blowing James a light kiss and wanted to pick her up as though she hadn't just given birth but the lavender haired male intervened.
"No, you." He mumbled quietly and moved closer to her bedside before Lynne could take action and he picked their little girl up by under her armpits. He found himself kissing her tufty and feathery ginger locks and holding onto her for a few seconds. His words contrasted his actions. "I'll take care of it."
I tilted my head on one side and remained outside to give them space but my head stayed peeking inside with curiosity and wanting to be a part of their moment even though that was too much to ask for. James' words interested me. "I'll take care of it" that's what he had said. He had meant it like he would take care of the situation. But the way that he held onto Jorgie for a few seconds proved that he meant otherwise. He would take care. Of the little girl. Of Lynne. Of their new little boy. Of everyone. He would take care of everyone. Even though, that day more than ever, he very much needed taking care of himself.
Since the day she was born, Jorgie had always been very much a Daddy's girl. But since turning a toddler and witnessing Lynne's belly growing outwards, she had become very affectionate of her orange haired mother. So as soon as James placed her down on the bed, she scuttled to her mother's side and held onto her.
Lynne smiled right away at her daughter's affection and ignored her winces and leaned down gently to give her a cuddle and nuzzle her nose against her feathery locks. She held her close and she held her tight, just like James had been doing with their little Cherub in the hall. She held their daughter tight and she held her daughter close and gave her all of her affection and love in the world. But she still had some for her boyfriend. She still had some for James, of course she did. She gave him a smile too.
"Hello Jorgie. Hello Jim Dear." The orange haired female mumbled as a greeting and while she held onto their little girl with one hand, the lavender haired male took hold of her spare hand and pressed a simple and loving kiss to it. Nothing else needed to be said. Nothing else needed to be done. They were together. And that was the important thing.
Them being together was the important thing. And if they remained close and side by side, then they could get through the next few months. They could get through whatever was thrown at them. Together.
Their little family could have stayed like that for a good few minutes and James and Lynne definitely wanted to. They wanted to ask how each other was doing. They wanted to ask each other if they were okay. Lynne would have asked if her James was alright and James would have shaken his head and reminded her that she was the one that had just been through labour. But Lynne would have given her boyfriend a gentle but knowing and empathetic look. But none of that could happen.
Even though they could both feel the loss and grief of Josie running through them, they didn't have time to speak of it. Jorgie stopped cuddling into her Mother's chest when she could feel the change in atmosphere and energy had grown even stronger once she had been on the bed. And as soon as she turned her little head, she could see why. She blinked. Her lips pursed slightly before her mouth hung open. Her father was quick to speak in soft and reassuring tones, ready to explain everything every step of the way.
"Come over here and see, little Cherub." The lavender haired male mumbled and looked at his little girl, his hand breaking away from being entwined with his girlfriends to use a finger to usher his little girl. And with his spare hand, he used it to move onto the edge of the little baby crib that their new bundle with sleeping in. He didn't lean on it too hard. He didn't draw too much attention to it too quickly, even though he wanted to. He did things slowly and carefully. His eyes remained on Jorgie. "Look, it's a little baby. It's our baby. It's your baby. It's your baby brother."
Lynne remained just as calm and casual as her boyfriend was being and she knew that that was the way to go. She quietly and softly combed her fingers through their little girl's hair but not very deep inside at all – in fact, on the surface – she wanted to well up and hold a hand over her heart. She felt the loss that was Josie. But she felt the gain that was their little boy. And she felt filled with love how calm and reassuring James was through each and every moment of the day.
I watched Jorgie's expression change. She had been studying and inwardly noting the change in atmosphere then as soon as she heard those two words together again, her head seemed to snap. It all seemed to suddenly make sense in her head. How things started to change nine months ago. How she had started to hear those two words frequently nine months ago. How her mommy's belly had started growing outwards. How her mommy's outward belly was no longer really where but a change in energy was. How a change in energy and a whole new energy was surrounding this little doll like thing. It wasn't a doll like thing. It was a person. It was a person that her Mommy and Daddy had made. It was her little brother. It was Johnny.
Jorgie's eyes widened even further and after looking between both of her parents for reassurance, she knew that it had to be okay. She felt their sadness and their loss but it was nothing to do with that little boy. It was their joy and their ability to move forward through the grief that was because of that little boy. And just a few seconds after hearing the words "baby" and "little" and "brother" from both of her parents a couple more times, the orange haired little girl was ready to keep going like James and Lynne were. She stood up on the bed all on her own and started clambering towards the edges of the crib.
The lavender haired male assisted her. The orange haired female watched. She had the opportunity to hold her hand over her heart. She seized it. She had the opportunity to well up. She didn't seize that one. She just watched, biting her lip. She watched her boyfriend being so tender and patient. She watched her little girl being so brave and intrigued. She watched their new little boy seemingly sleeping peacefully while being swaddled in his blanket. That moment was a dream. That moment was a picture. She and I both wished that Josie could have been around to watch it.
Jorgie clumsily but innocently made her way over to her little brother's crib, her eyes widening once again as she heard his little snuffling sounds. She gripped her small hand onto the edges of the cot. She peered in. She didn't know what to expect. She had felt his presence. She had felt it for nine months. But she had never seen him. But in that moment, she was seeing him. And all along, the little boy had been tricking his parents into thinking he was sleeping.
Jorgie squeaked, and as soon as she did so, the newborn baby's bright blue eyes snapped open and they locked onto his little sister. Lynne quietly gasped, still holding a hand over her heart. But she didn't say anything. Jorgie didn't say any words either. She was too busy. She was too busy taking it all in. She was too busy taking in the face of her little brother.
Like Lynne had been feeling as soon as she saw the softness of her boyfriend with both of their children, James was beginning to feel emotional too. It was all starting to hit him. The perfectness of their new little boy. His chubby cheeks. His long legs. His bright blue eyes. His beautifully pouted lips. He was a treasure. He was a treasure. He was a treasure that his beloved Grandmother was never going to see.
Jorgie was busy studying the face of the person she had never seen before but the orange haired woman understood her boyfriend's feeling lying under the surface. She didn't hesitate to reach her hand and lightly rest it on the back of his neck. That was it. That was enough. It made him feel part of something. It made him feel calm. It made him able to go on. He didn't mind that his eyes were filling with tears. After his girlfriend's comfort and reassurance, his welling up had started being about the perfection of their children instead. He sniffed, using his finger to stroke his little boy's cheek before using that same digit to stroke Jorgie's. They were connected.
"He's so much bigger than you were when you were born, Jorg. Look at him. He's got his eyes on her. He's got his eyes on you." James found himself shaking his head with love and Lynne felt the same feelings as him. She nodded her head. But Jorgie was occupied. She was too busy. She was wondering they were connected.
She guessed that they had the same parents but surely, they were connected by far more than just that? They just had to be. She was so intrigued. She was so curious. She wondered how he felt to touch too. And luckily for her, her father was just as in sync with her as she had been with the energies of the room. The lavender haired male smiled softly at her. "You want to cuddle him, don't you?"
Upon hearing this, Lynne held her breath. I understood and I felt the same way. On the down low, Jorgie had been through a lot of emotions during her pregnancy. She had grown clingier to James. She had grown clingier to Lynne. She hadn't liked other people getting too close to her. She hadn't liked people getting too close to him. She hadn't liked some of the changes. On the whole, she took them in her stride but day to day, there were ups and downs.
During some confusing and unsettling weeks, both James and Lynne wondered if she was meant to be an only child but was having to be an older sibling. They wondered how she'd cope. Lynne still felt little bit of that apprehension. But because Jorgie was being so calm, James didn't see a need to feel that way.
The orange haired little girl didn't respond to her father's words in any way. She didn't nod her head. She didn't blink. She didn't move backwards. She didn't whimper. She didn't frown. She didn't do anything. James didn't have anything to go off so he just followed his heart. He just went for it and hoped that his little girl would be okay along the way.
Slowly and carefully, after rubbing Jorgie's back a few times, he shuffled on the bed and moved his hands into the crib. Securing the palm of his hand under the back of his new son's neck and feeling the tickle of his feathery lavender locks, he used his other hand to lift up his body. He picked him up. He picked him up in his arms and as if Jorgie really did understood what exactly what was going down, she plonked her bottom down. She looked between her father and her mother with expectant eyes.
She waited. She waited for her arms to be filled. Soon enough, that moment came. With some of Jorgie's moods and uncertainties, both James and Lynne thought that that moment might never come. But it did. She welcomed it. In her own way, Jorgie was welcoming it. For just a fraction of a second and at first, the orange haired little girl's expression soured as, together, both of her parents held the little boy while he was placed so he was resting on her lap.
I swallowed and held my breath again. Lynne did too. She did both. But James did neither. He didn't need to. He didn't want to. He gave his daughter time. And it paid off in the end. Both of Jorgie's little arms and hands began to pat the little bundle. She looked down at him with studying eyes and focused on him while she acknowledged him.
James' eyes quickly filled with tears. That was all he had ever wanted to see. Lynne's bright blue ocean orbs that she had given to their new son didn't hesitate to fill up as well. They thought that Jorgie's reaction couldn't get any better. But it could.
The orange haired half angel studied her new half-brother some more. She thought about what she was seeing. She thought about what she had experienced. She thought about what she had sensed. She thought all about that day. She knew that there had been a loss. She knew that there had been a great loss. She knew that there had been a great gain too. That little boy. She thought about it. She thought about it all.
While her parents shared emotional and joyous and a tender glance and peck on the lips, Jorgie looked at them both. While they were not looking at her, she smiled at them. She smiled to herself before smiling at the little baby. In that moment, she knew everything she needed to know. She understood everything she needed to understand.
That little baby was her brother. That little baby was theirs. That little baby was hers. That little baby was tender and innocent and he needed her to look after him. She knew that she had to be brave. She knew that she had to be accepting. She knew that she had to be selfless. When she looked at her parents, she knew that that was exactly what she needed to be. And when she looked at little Johnny, she knew that that was exactly what she wanted to be.
Needless to say, more love and joy and kisses were shared between the family when Jorgie did what she did next. She stopped tapping the little bundle and padding at the blanket with her hands. She started holding it properly. She stretched her arms wider than she had ever done before, before she wrapped them around her new little brother. She held him tight. She hugged him tight. She leaned forward and tried to kiss him.
Or so that's what James and Lynne assumed that she was doing and their eyes filled with tears because of it. But Jorgie wasn't doing that. She was doing that, but she was doing it in a different way. She was doing it in a special way. She was doing it in her way.
She leaned forward and nuzzled her nose against his cheek and his piercing blue eyes listened as she spoke for the first time that day and spoke to him for the first time in her life. She smiled. And even though he was far too new to do it, I knew that he wanted to as well.
"Finally." Jorgie muttered in her own special language, speaking the words not completely correctly but that didn't matter. Her words were truthful. Her words were heartfelt.
She knew that she had caused her parents worry. She hadn't meant to. But all of that washed away with her and her new little brother's relationship from that day forward. She hadn't meant to worry anyone. She just didn't know what was going on. She just didn't know that someone was missing from her life. She didn't know that she wanted someone to protect. She didn't know that she needed someone to protect. She didn't know that someone was missing from her life. She didn't know that he was missing from her life. But she realised it from the moment that she held onto him, already to be almost another mother to the little boy.
"Finally." She told him. "Finally. I have a friend of my own."
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 When I went upstairs to write this last week, I was convinced it wasn't going to be all that good. It was based off a Youtube video of the little girl who inspires Jorgie meeting her little brother and I find it hard to turn footage into a story. But I'm pleased with this one. I quite like it. I've written about the circumstance of Josie and little Johnny before and it's sad. She never gets to meet him and that fact and the mixed emotions of that day, mould his character very strongly as he gets older. But more about that in the future. So Jorgie Rose Morgan-Williams little brother is called Johnny Jinn Morgan-Williams. But he's only named as "Johnny" twice in this fic because I don't believe James and Lynne had named him at that point :P I never really thought about it too much before over why Jorgie is so clingy towards James and even more so when Lynne gets pregnant. Then I finally realised that she views her Dad as the most stable thing in her life. With Lynne going between "up there" and back on earth, she views James as the one who never goes away. And when little Johnny is born, she finally has a friend of her own because all the other kids in the group like Rey and JJ are a lot older than her. She's never able to compete with them because they will always be ahead. But thanks to little Johnny Jinn, she finally has something of her own :3 Thanks again and I will be back on the 28th with the return of Dear Daddy so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3