Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter. Like the title suggests, this one is about Misty's father, Jordan, and James and Lynne's little girl, Jorgie - on the day that she was born, in fact. I didn't even plan it but it's actually Jorgie's birthday today! October 30th. In this chapter, we see a more well-rounded look at Jordan. He is certainly many things! But an admirable person is one of them. He's definitely one of my favourites. I hope you enjoy :3

Ages:

Jordan: 32

James: 39

Jorgie: 0 Days Old

Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned :P

It had been such a wonderful, joy-filled and exciting day that I hadn't gone home. When it was all said and done with – when James and Lynne's new baby daughter had been born – both Misty and I decided to stay and follow Jordan back to his part of the house that he shared with Lynne. We had both tried to fall asleep hours ago. Misty succeeded. As I remained awake and rolled over on the sofa and nudged her, it was clear that she had found it quite easy to drift off to sleep. I sat up and watched her for a few moments. I smiled.

Yes, such a joyous and tender and spectacular day. Little Jorgie Rose Morgan-Williams had been born in the afternoon and on the floor of the lavender haired male's living room. Excitement was higher in the air than it ever had been and understandably so. That wasn't just a baby. That wasn't just James and Lynne's baby. It was a half-angel baby. It was a rainbow baby. It was a baby that somehow belonged to all.

And I got the feeling that Misty's yellow haired father very much felt that way so when I heard him check on the both of us before making his way back to the main part of the Morgan Mansion, I didn't hesitate to follow him. I jumped down from the sofa with his orange haired daughter and gave her a kiss before I left. But then I didn't look back. Somehow I couldn't. That butterfly feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach all over again and I couldn't fight my legs from tingling with gladness before skipping. New arrivals made me on top of the world. And they made me understand more than ever that my family were my world.

I followed Jordan as he made his way to the room that his orange haired wife and his lavender haired best friend shared and though he didn't have the same pep in the step as I in the early hours of the night, I was certain that his heart was dancing. Such a complicated man. To some, such a complicated man. But to many - very understandable. And I understood the happiness inside of him. Even if it wasn't shimmying on the surface at that very moment.

It was his usual routine to head to James and Lynne if they were staying there together to say goodnight to them before he headed back and settled down himself. He usually had the same, humorous words – I had heard them plenty. But that time as I caught right up to him and jumped up onto his shoulder to join him, he didn't head in straight away like usual. Jordan stopped. Jordan paused. I watched. And I waited.

The yellow haired man from above didn't reach to scratch my cheek but he ran a hand and scratched through his own hair. He exhaled. He seemed to be watching and waiting too. He glanced left. He glanced right. At first, I was wondering what he was doing. It was so very unusual for him to hesitate doing something he enjoyed very much! But as I watched and waited and most importantly listened, all became clear when I honed my ears in a bit further.

It was evident that on the other side of the door, James was humming something very soft and very quiet. All the hairs on the back of both of our necks stood up before relaxing. Together, we held our breaths. That doting, lulling sound along with what had happened that very day made it perfectly clear what was going on.

In his heart, Jordan felt like he shouldn't intrude. But also in his heart he remembered how exactly that felt. And in his heart as well – if he could manage it – he wanted to say some more congratulatory words to the ex-rocketeer.

So after a bit of unusual dithering and I tilted my head to touch my cheek against his and he returned with a scratch for me that time, he finally entered. We entered. And the two of us were not surprised by what we saw.

The lavender haired male was sat on the end of him and Lynne's bed together and while his orange haired angel curled up on her side and slept after a very tremendous but tiring day, he sat doting on their new-born daughter. Though she had finally been unwrapped out of the shirt that he had taken off his body and swaddled her in moments after she came into this world, she was still being heavily treasured by her father and being held right up close to his chest.

His pyjama shirt was open, allowing her bare cheek to nuzzle his bare chest. He was rocking her ever so slowly. He was humming to her. And he was beaming. It was that part of the scene that Jordan couldn't help but comment on a few seconds after entering.

"Dude… You look like you've got two fish hooks pulling your mouth up." Jordan didn't refrain from commenting bluntly but airily nevertheless and it was obvious that he had changed his mind from any type of hesitation as he came to flop on the bed next to his lavender haired best friend. And despite his muscular size and energetic side, he managed to flop in an impressively gentle way, barely wobbling James while he held the baby or Lynne while she slept one bit. He continued, the corners of his own mouth quirking up. "Doesn't your face hurt?"

After Jordan playfully reached out and pretended to squeeze the outline of his cheekbones and James turned his head to make sure Lynne was resting peacefully, he then turned back and felt free to laugh. He tried to allow that positive and on top of the world grin change to a smirk but he simply could not. And after really focusing on the bigger male's words, he tried to hide any smiles bashfully but once again he really could not. Jordan caught on right away. I was still holding onto him.

"Don't." the yellow haired male smiled over at the lavender haired one and waved his hand for a different reason. He added more words after I clambered round to his lap for a better position while he lay. It was almost as if he waited so I felt even more included than usual. "Don't stop it. It's nice. I'm real happy for you."

And naturally upon hearing these words, James couldn't stop himself from showing off the smile that was so permanently and naturally on his face since his little girl was born. And like the way that Jordan's words were very casual for everything that had happened, all the ex-rocketeer did in response was mouth a "thank you" and continued beaming before going back to doting on his daughter. Both of these actions from the males were sincere nonetheless.

It was interesting to me how both Jordan and James came from such vastly different backgrounds yet somehow communicated with barely anything at all and better than almost anyone I had seen before. It was like they understood each other. It was like they really understood each other and the past and upbringings and even personality had nothing to do with it. They connected on a very deep level. I felt lucky to have that kind of bond in my own life as well as to witness when it blossomed for other people.

Listening to her father's humming, the orange haired new-born little girl had her cheek pressed right up against his chest. Her eyes were closed. Understandably, they had been closed on and off most of the day as she got used to the world around her and slept to dream of memories of not too long ago. But almost as if she knew when she was not only in the presence of her daddy but someone very special to them both as well, the little baby began trying to crane her neck and she succeeded in opening her eyes. James felt this right away.

"Awwww my sweet cherub, you know it's not just us anymore, don't you?" the lavender haired male asked his daughter as he stroked her cheek and his voice was softer and filled with more serenity than I had ever heard before. Fatherhood really was good to him. And that time around and only after a few hours, he was clearly on cloud nine hundred and ninety nine. James pressed a kiss to the top of her feathery ginger sparse locks before trying to prise her off him. "Is Uncle Jordan here? And Pikachu too?"

While I could feel my cheeks reddening beneath my fur at the warmth that such a new-born baby was beginning to be introduced to a little bit of me, Jordan sat a little further up. Though he grinned and shrugged, his green orbs flickered a little bashfully between James and his daughter.

"Uncle Jordan? Uncle Jordan?" he couldn't help but mumble, his alluring grin taking more over his face than the sheepishness in his gaze when James smiled and insistently nodded his head. Before the yellow haired male could add some dismissive and humorous yet flattered words, James sat a bit further up himself. Needless to say, he was still cradling his new-born little girl close after she squeaked to stay with him.

"Yeah, why not? I mean, that's all she's heard while she was in Lynne's belly. Did you really think that all that would change when she arrived?" James spoke to Jordan and he smiled and uttered so earnestly that even the floppy haired yellow male couldn't really deny himself of these words. He shrugged out of habit but then he shook his head. The lavender haired male acted before he could think any further. He finally prised his daughter off him that time. Secretly, I wondered who wanted to be separated from whom the least. "It's Uncle Jordan, buddy. And she wants to know get to know the face of who your voice belongs to. Properly."

And though James pressed another little kiss to the little girl's head – that time to the salmon patch of pink skin between her eyes – he handed the tiny little bundle over to the bigger male. I tilted my head and glanced over. It was true that Jordan was a rather large man and could be clumsy and uncertain at times too despite his happy go lucky energy.

But this being said, as soon as the orange haired new-born girl was held out to him, he didn't hesitate to take her in his arms with touching tenderness. He held her close to his own chest. At first, his words were about the smile that couldn't be taken away from James' face.

"You really do seem so happy, man. I've never really seen you this way." he commented while he settled the little girl in his arms, not getting put off or distressed by the way that she fussed at first from not being in her father's hold. When Jordan rocked her in the same way as James and she got the feeling that she was still in the presence of both males, she quietened down again. She quietened down enough for Jordan to continue. His eyes sparkled with understanding as they looked between James' face and the sleeping silhouette of Lynne. "Somehow, I've never seen you happier. I like it."

I thought to myself for a little moment there and then. It would be easy to dismiss Jordan as quite a withdrawn and emotionless fellow when you thought about some of the difficulties he had faced in life and in particular the ones that caused the end of his life. But the truth was he was completely receptive and understanding. He could be blunt here and there and he struggled to express his emotions a lot of the time. But when he saw them on the faces and in the hearts of others, he saw them as clear as day.

It had been deeply moving for him to witness the birth of James' baby with his own wife. He only wished he could express that with the same skill that he believed that the lavender haired male had.

Because the longed haired male didn't say anything in response to his good friend's words – he didn't feel the need to and on top of that, human language was far too clumsy and not sufficient enough to describe the profound bliss that he felt – and only continued smiling contentedly – Jordan got the opportunity to speak all over again.

And it became plain to see all over again that the yellow haired was indeed receptive and understanding and loving – but he was easily distracted and enthusiastic as well. He couldn't help but hold the infant in front of his face and be a little bit in awe of her.

"Jorgie? Jorgie? Hey, Jorgie. God, you're such a tiny little thing, aren't you? I've not seen a baby this small in my life before." The yellow haired male commented to the orange haired little girl but it was her lavender haired father that blushed bashfully and ducked his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes as it had finally been freed from his ponytail. Jordan laughed, no hint of mocking or hidden meaning in his words. He went back to Jorgie, stroking her soft cheek to encourage her gaze to fix on him. "I saw you be born, you know that? That was kind of cool. You've made a lot of people happy today."

That time, as James' joy and his joyous expressions were addressed all over again, he didn't try to hide them. And on top of that, this time, he didn't share a smile with Jordan. He turned his head and shared one with me instead. I smiled back. I was very happy for him. There was still a part of me that didn't believe I was happy for him after all the trouble he had caused me in the past! But the past was indeed the past. And I almost sort of liked that he and Misty shared a family member. He and Jordan, too.

Misty's father clearly found little Jorgie as enigmatic and intriguing as her father from the way that he continued trying to get her gaze to fix on him and only him. His tickling with his finger moved down to her belly and over the material of her sleep suit while he held her securely in front of him. He showed his teeth more and more as each second passed. His head tilted.

"Hey Jorgie. Hey Jorgie, why are you called Jorgie?" he asked her and I smirked. The new-born baby kicked her legs in her Uncle Jordan's hold. It was then that the male water Pokémon enthusiasts smile changed to a frown of intrigue and he turned to look at James instead. He asked him in a way that wasn't comical but it certainly made me chuckle, his light-coloured locks flopping over his forehead. "Why is she called Jorgie? Why is she Jorgie Rose Morgan-Williams?"

The lavender haired male openly chuckled alongside me but soon enough, he toned them down and he smiled. His head titled back. It was obvious and I knew it very well that James was incredibly used to everything that the bigger male came out with and all of his questions too. He didn't treat him like a child. He didn't treat him like anything other than himself. He just answered truthfully, sort of liking his innocence and his no hesitation to asking for answers that he didn't know.

"Well buddy…" James moved closer to Jordan on the bed and leaned forward, his hands going back to occupying themselves by tying his hair in a ponytail once more while he answered the yellow haired male. I moved onto his crossed legs instead while Jordan held Jorgie in the crook of his muscular arm. I listened as well. "The Morgan-Williams is because she Lynne and I's but we have you to thank for that."

Jordan let out a loud (playful) sigh as he didn't hear the answer that he was waiting for but then decided to be patient, glancing over at the "younger" male and frowning curiously, and anticipating hearing what he really wanted to hear. I looked up at James and couldn't help but feel that that was an unnoticed bit of genuineness and gratefulness layered by humour. Luckily for the occasionally impatient yellow haired male, the lavender haired one continued once more when his daughter squeaked in her Uncle Jordan's hold.

"And the Rose is because… Well, did you really think that our girl and I could hear you watching your favourite film over and over again and not be inspired?" James questioned in a level tone but even Jordan caught on to his slight craning of the head and twinkle in the eye also. The yellow haired male's expression changed from frowning intrigue to amusement, his head leaning back as he laughed.

After he chuckled, he looked back at James with a smile and a face of being ready to listen. So James had to be ready to tell. I could tell that he was a little bit shy from the way that his voice grew quieter and lower while he spoke and he slowed down tying his hair back, pushing it out of his eyes over and over again.

"Jorgie is named after you, buddy. I wanted something that sounded like Jordan. It would have felt wrong to go through everything we've been through and have you there for the pregnancy as much as I and end up not naming her for you. How could I do that? I couldn't."

Even a stranger would have been able to tell that Jordan was taken aback by this answer. He had gotten a little bit distracted seemingly in the middle of James' words when Jorgie clasped hold of his finger and started sucking on it but by the end, it was evident that he had been listening all along. He recoiled. He leaned back. But he most certainly wasn't put off. He most certainly wasn't offended. He was surprised.

James softened at this reaction and chuckled a fraction. But he moved closer to the "older" male. After pushing his hair from his eyes all over again, he had words for him. He had earnest words. It had always been clear that it was he who found it easier to express everything he wanted to say. Jordan was a wonderful listener though so that was that. I hopped back on his lap while he didn't let go of Jorgie.

"You know… I couldn't have done this without you. When times were tough and doubts filled my mind and people's opinions got the better of me… I couldn't have done this without you. You turned my head towards what was really important over and over again." James told the yellow haired male and I wanted to (gently, mind) shake him for the way that he was shaking his head! But perhaps it was good that he was. It made it easier for the lavender haired male to get out what he really wanted to say. He reached and lightly squeezed Jordan's shoulder as he continued. "Having a baby after losing one is terrifying. I know that it was your baby that got taken… But… Mine? Yours? Those things don't matter. What's mine is yours. What's yours is mine. Having Jorgie around makes me feel complete. Because she makes us a family. More so than ever."

And upon hearing this, even Jordan found it natural to stop shaking his head. I turned my head to look back at him but tried not to fixate. I saw him hesitate as if he wasn't ready but moment by moment, second by second, it felt a little bit easier for him. He looked at James as he listened to his words. He didn't smile. His eyes didn't twinkle. It was like he needed something else before he could finally react. James had that for him. He squeezed his shoulder all the more. He didn't let go of his best male friend.

"Just… Just thank you, Jors. And I don't just mean for everything with Jorgie. And I don't just mean today." James' voice got quieter with sincerity but it got harder for Jordan to look at James but somehow in the best way.

He didn't shake his head. He didn't deny anything. He simply exhaled. And it was after he handed the orange haired little baby back over to her father and it was as he too spoke that the true feelings behind his words became revealed.

"You don't have to thank me for anything James, you really don't. I should be thanking you for the way that you…" Jordan waved his hands to sum up his words and it was somehow this gesture that said anything. James nodded. He clearly understood. The yellow haired male didn't need to say the words "looked after" or "gave me a home". Sometimes he felt like he hadn't even done any of that. Because he felt like it was all Jordan's doing. He couldn't be there for him and he couldn't help him with a home of his own if Jordan didn't have the courage to face up to every single day like he did in recent years on earth and when he went back "up there". The yellow haired male breathed out. It touched me how he did find it hard to say words sometimes but he knew to at least try when he had something to say. Something that he thought about a lot.

"You don't have to thank me, end of. You know… With you and Lynne – nobody can get in the way of that. Nobody can get in the way of what is meant to be. And besides, anyone could do what I've done if they really wanted."

"No, Jordan, no." James suddenly came out with while he held his daughter back to his chest and I think that he surprised her with his tone of voice. It was not harsh. It was not raised. It was not annoyed. It was just certain. It was just deeply certain. That was something she would have to get used to when he tried to make Jordan see what he saw. James held Jorgie close to him with one arm but his other hand remained on the yellow haired male. He shook his head. He almost chuckled. He chuckled at how truly he meant his words.

"You really need to hear my words and not only that but you need to believe them too. You need to carry them with you. No one is more selfless than you. No one puts people first like you. No one learns like you. No one grows like you. No one has more love than you. I couldn't have more love for you. And not because of what you've done for me. Because of what you continue to do for others. And what I know that you will do for my little girl. That is why she is named after you."

Jordan finally looked away and he looked down at his lap. He even clenched his jaw too. I breathed out quietly as I understood. I knew that James' words were so honest and genuine and sincere and from the place of truth that he saw it. But it was hard for the yellow haired male to except nice words sometimes – let alone compliments. Part of my heart broke with the way that he reacted in that moment. But that part of my heart got healed with what happened next.

Jordan looked up. He stopped looking down and he stopped clenching his jaw. And though James had said many words to him over the years and encouraged him over and over again to really listen to him, it was like in that moment he finally was.

Though the yellow haired male didn't smile – his eyes flickered with something. It wasn't quite a twinkle of light. It wasn't quite a tear. It was something. It was something that neither the lavender haired male or I or even Jorgie could quite put our fingers on. But it was there. And it was apparent that Jordan had at least absorbed some of what he said.

He went back to shaking his head just a little bit but he smiled and then titled his head as well. As James retracted his touch from his shoulder to give him space, the yellow haired male surprised the lavender haired one by catching his hand briefly and squeezing it. It was after that that was said and done with that he finally spoke in return.

"The… The only thing worth doing, I've found, is what we do for others. And that's all it really comes down to." The yellow haired male responded humbly and truthfully and with a continuous shake of his head. His head went back to tilting down. But his gaze – his slightly mischievous and energetic yet genuine and soft gaze – remained fixed on James. And while James held Jorgie to his chest and patted her back and I saw in his gaze a flicker of reaffirmation that naming her after his best male friend and having him for her uncle was the best decision he could have possibly made, Jordan couldn't stop more words from tumbling out. The birth of his best friend and his wife's little girl had unlocked something within him.

"It would be a lie to say that you and Lynne are together for your benefit. It would be extravagant to say that you are together for everyone's benefit. The truth is - I like it. Seeing you happy makes me happy. Seeing you both happy makes me even happier. It makes me grateful that I took this second chance. Because with you two and with Misty by my side and Morgan and JJ too, I know that there's more to life than some the things I spent my life trying to heal from. It makes me happy to know that there's something out there that can survive the greatest distance in the world. It makes me believe that there's something stronger than our own thoughts. It makes me believe in… me."

And it was in that moment where I could see all the similarities between not just James and Jordan flowering in front of my eyes but Misty and her father as well. The orange haired woman too found it difficult to open up sometimes and say how she felt. But clearly in the exact same way as her yellow haired father – when she did and when he did – it was the greatest thing in the world. They might not have done it a lot. But when it happened, it most definitely was something worth waiting for.

It moved me to hear that even someone like Jordan and though he still faced the same problems and same states of mind that could get him down, he believed in better days and better experiences as well. And as it moved me, it no doubt moved the lavender haired male.

It moved him that many months ago Jordan had finally encouraged him to ask Lynne to be his as well so much that he had finally seized hold of the moment and made it happen. It moved him that just hours ago Lynne had given birth to their beautiful baby girl to which would have been impossible without Jordan. All of that moved James. But what moved him the most was the inner peace that he could sense within his best friend in recent months and since the birth of Jorgie as well. He of course felt the exact same way. But he felt so lucky to share that with the man who he admired like no other.

So though naturally he wanted to hold Jorgie for himself and keep her close to him, treasuring the moments while she was small and fragile but perfect, the lavender haired male did the thing that he knew was right. He did the thing that he felt was right.

All over again he prised the tufty haired little Jorgie away from his chest but not too far away. He didn't quite hand her over to Jordan either. He did something better. He did something in between. He held the little girl between them both and instinctively, one of Jordan's hands went out to her and he allowed her to clasp his finger in her hold all over again. And James did the same. He held his little girl along with his best friend. He enjoyed his little girl along with his best friend. He cherished his little girl along with his best friend. He treasured them both. I hopped onto both of their legs.

"You're not the only one who believes in you, buddy. And I'm not talking about me either." The lavender haired male told the yellow haired one and I listened while his low, quiet tone returned all over again. It was obvious he had important words. I was glad that Jordan listened. Because James did have important words. Truthful ones. And ones that we all felt. He glanced at his new baby girl and he glanced at his dear best friend too. A twinkle of a smile decorated his eyes. "Jorgie will always be there for you. She has been named for you. And she will be there for you. She is mine. She is ours. But she is yours too. We have a little piece of heaven here, don't we? And that's only going to become more obvious with time."

And as I remained on the two vastly different yet vastly the same male's legs and listened to them converse and agree and most important enjoy – enjoy little Jorgie – I couldn't help but feel that that wasn't the only thing that was obvious.

It was obvious that James had been right earlier in the day as well. How could he feel such love and respect for Jordan and everything that he had done and everything that he had faced and everything that he would continue to do, without naming his little girl for him? He simply could not. And on top of that, it was obvious that Jordan was right as well.

The only thing worth doing was what one did for others. And it was true that some things simply could not be stopped. Some things were indeed meant to be. And one thing that I knew was meant to be was the friendship between James and Jordan.

The relationship between James and Lynne and the arrival of Jorgie could surely have tested the men and it did so. But after it was all said and done, nothing but pure beauty had emerged. For between those two was pure love. They adored each other as friends. They adored each other as brothers. They adored each other as family. And it was little Jorgie that almost made that official. It was little Jorgie that was the thing that connected them for life.

For little Jorgie was not just a little piece of heaven. But she was the glue that held a lot of us together too. And she would go on to hold Jordan together over and over again. Those two would develop an incredible little bond. Not because they shared a similar name. Not just because they shared part of a surname. But they shared everybody that they loved most in the world. And their way of loving was the most joyous of all. It was at times hidden. It was at times kept locked away. But when it emerged, it was the most deep and powerful thing of all. And that was indeed the kind of thing that was worth waiting for.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I liked this portrayal of Jordan. It doesn't sugar coat what he's been through and promise a happily ever after but thanks to coming back down to earth, oddly, and making it up to the people there and making new relations, he certainly starts to see a different way of thinking. Even if he doesn't adopt that mind-set all of the time. He will absolutely have a strong bond with Jorgie and love her as his own. I look forward to writing more about them. I loved the James and Jordan moments here. They're a relation that is strong in my mind and one close to my heart too :3 Thanks again and I will be back next Wednesday with the first of the PokeShipping Month chapters so see you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :P