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darker_london2009-04-29 10:52 am
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Togetherness (Joe, Jordan)
The second Joe set foot inside his home, he dropped his briefcase on the floor and he shrugged his jacket off. Jordan heard the front door close and she trotted into the living room to greet him, a sweet smile on her face. "Jaida's asleep. She was making the cutest sound before! I clearly have nothing to fill my days with..." Jordan laughed at herself and Joe watched her, completely enchanted. He had been married to her for over twenty years, and she still made him feel like the lovestruck teenager he had been when they had started dating.
"I love you, you know?" He asked, completely extemporaneous, but simple and true. He had loved her from the moment he had met her, so long ago when he had been just nineteen. His relationship with his first girlfriend had ended a few months before that, and Joe hadn't been looking for a relationship with anyone. And then along stormed the freshly eighteen-year-old Jordan, and she stole his heart away. He had never stopped being in awe of her. His childhood had never been easy, but it had been happy. Jordan's had been unhappy, and often painful, thanks to her junkie brother and a few forays into the world of drugs herself with her less than law abiding friends from Bristol. And still, she was happu. She saw beauty in life, when anyone else might see only bitterness. For those reasons, and so many more, Joe loved her now even more than he had twenty-five years ago when their eyes met at a party in Bradford-on-Avon.
Jordan reached for his hands and she took them warmly in hers. "I know, Joe. I love you too." Jordan didn't bother questioning why he had said that, apropos of nothing, but she did feel she should make sure he was feeling alright. "Is anything on your mind?"
"I'm just a little... Peter gave us all this talking to at work, saying no one should sleep with the patients. Which seems pretty obvious to me, but I think there's issues there regarding Aly. And I just...felt the need to come home to you with my heart on my sleeve." Joe smiled gently. "I have never had the slightest urge to be with anyone else since I met you. Not in the least. And I just wanted to say it to you, even though I think you know."
"I do know." Jordan leaned up on her tiptoes and she kissed Joe's chin. "It's the same for me. I couldn't want anyone else when I have the perfect gentlemanly giant right in front of me."
Joe chuckled, and he reached up to loosen his tie. "We've done pretty well, haven't we? You know...losing my old job, and Julian running off to do drugs and make a baby aside..." Joe winked. "Our kids are happy, the job situation is good. We have a beautiful granddaughter we'll get to watch grow up because our kid knocked up some girl at seventeen..."
Jordan shook her head at him and she went to fix him something to snack on until dinner. "All kids make mistakes. We did the best we could and it paid off for sixteen years. He lost his way, and now it's paying off again. You're right, Joe. We did pretty well. Do you want apples, or did you forget to eat lunch amidst your beloved numbers?"
Jordan never had understood Joe's complete obsession with doing accounts. He couldn't explain it either, he just loved the way the numbers made sense to him. How it all added up if you looked hard enough. And yes, sometimes he got a little distracted while calculating interest. "Ooh, Easy Mac!"
"You are disgusting!" Jordan laughed, but she went to fix it anyway. "I'm going to tell Julian you ate his processed food."
"He always complains it wreaks havoc on his figure anyway. As if he had anything to worry about there." Joe winked again. He waited until Jordan had put the little plastic bowl of Easy Mac in the microwave, and then he crossed the kitchen and he pulled her into his arms, pressing her body against his. "Jaida is asleep?"
"She's completely out." Jordan replied, kissing his chest. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Easy Mac can wait." Joe said, leaning down to kiss her.
"It takes four minutes anyway, we should be good." Jordan said, mischief in her eyes.
"Oi! Alright, you're in trouble now." He whisked her off her feet and he carried her to their bedroom as the Easy Mac rotated in slow circles in the microwave, bubbling and forgotten.
"I love you, you know?" He asked, completely extemporaneous, but simple and true. He had loved her from the moment he had met her, so long ago when he had been just nineteen. His relationship with his first girlfriend had ended a few months before that, and Joe hadn't been looking for a relationship with anyone. And then along stormed the freshly eighteen-year-old Jordan, and she stole his heart away. He had never stopped being in awe of her. His childhood had never been easy, but it had been happy. Jordan's had been unhappy, and often painful, thanks to her junkie brother and a few forays into the world of drugs herself with her less than law abiding friends from Bristol. And still, she was happu. She saw beauty in life, when anyone else might see only bitterness. For those reasons, and so many more, Joe loved her now even more than he had twenty-five years ago when their eyes met at a party in Bradford-on-Avon.
Jordan reached for his hands and she took them warmly in hers. "I know, Joe. I love you too." Jordan didn't bother questioning why he had said that, apropos of nothing, but she did feel she should make sure he was feeling alright. "Is anything on your mind?"
"I'm just a little... Peter gave us all this talking to at work, saying no one should sleep with the patients. Which seems pretty obvious to me, but I think there's issues there regarding Aly. And I just...felt the need to come home to you with my heart on my sleeve." Joe smiled gently. "I have never had the slightest urge to be with anyone else since I met you. Not in the least. And I just wanted to say it to you, even though I think you know."
"I do know." Jordan leaned up on her tiptoes and she kissed Joe's chin. "It's the same for me. I couldn't want anyone else when I have the perfect gentlemanly giant right in front of me."
Joe chuckled, and he reached up to loosen his tie. "We've done pretty well, haven't we? You know...losing my old job, and Julian running off to do drugs and make a baby aside..." Joe winked. "Our kids are happy, the job situation is good. We have a beautiful granddaughter we'll get to watch grow up because our kid knocked up some girl at seventeen..."
Jordan shook her head at him and she went to fix him something to snack on until dinner. "All kids make mistakes. We did the best we could and it paid off for sixteen years. He lost his way, and now it's paying off again. You're right, Joe. We did pretty well. Do you want apples, or did you forget to eat lunch amidst your beloved numbers?"
Jordan never had understood Joe's complete obsession with doing accounts. He couldn't explain it either, he just loved the way the numbers made sense to him. How it all added up if you looked hard enough. And yes, sometimes he got a little distracted while calculating interest. "Ooh, Easy Mac!"
"You are disgusting!" Jordan laughed, but she went to fix it anyway. "I'm going to tell Julian you ate his processed food."
"He always complains it wreaks havoc on his figure anyway. As if he had anything to worry about there." Joe winked again. He waited until Jordan had put the little plastic bowl of Easy Mac in the microwave, and then he crossed the kitchen and he pulled her into his arms, pressing her body against his. "Jaida is asleep?"
"She's completely out." Jordan replied, kissing his chest. "Did you have something in mind?"
"Easy Mac can wait." Joe said, leaning down to kiss her.
"It takes four minutes anyway, we should be good." Jordan said, mischief in her eyes.
"Oi! Alright, you're in trouble now." He whisked her off her feet and he carried her to their bedroom as the Easy Mac rotated in slow circles in the microwave, bubbling and forgotten.