Rescued (Flowers of the Bayou)
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After he prayed he talked, telling her of all the places he wanted to take her but yet had the chance to. He told her how he was sorry for every mean thing he’d ever said to her. Told her just how much he loved and missed her and every so often she would mutter something and Jordan was inclined to continue.
Hours would go by and Margaret would finally come in and demand he go eat, tell him she’d stay with Amelia and he would go. He would eat a little, play with Georgia and rock his daughter. But as soon as he was able he’d go back to Amelia, sit by her side hold her hand, pray, and tell her once again all the things they would do once she was well.
Once he swore she asked for him, another for her baby. And all he could do was assure her that he was there and that their daughter was fine.
Night and day ran together and it was getting harder to tell how long it been or what time it was. Jordan had a bassinet brought into the room hoping that Jordana’s presence would make a difference and most nights he fell asleep crouched over in a chair by Amelia’s side.
“Jordan!.” He was startled out of his sleep by his wife’s cry and as usual it was just another nightmare that she was enduring because she was still sleep. “I’m here darling.” He told her brushing back a damp tendril of hair.
Kissing her cool cheek, sinking to his knees at her side he did the one thing he could do and was becoming accustomed to doing again and prayed. “God please help Amelia, she doesn’t have a mean bone in her body and she is missed terribly by Georgia and Margaret, hell even by Jasper but mostly by our daughter and myself. Please don’t punish her for my wrongdoings. She doesn’t deserve that and I don’t deserve her, I know that and I wouldn’t blame her if she ever left me; I’ve been so cruel at times. I let fear that she’d stop loving me or that she never loved me at all cloud my judgment. I’ve never loved a woman and had her love me so much in return.” Running a hand through his disheveled hair Jordan sighed heavily. “She’s never wanted me to do anything for her besides love her and I’ve never needed anyone until she came along but she doesn’t need me. God I promise you I’ll do whatever you ask of me if you just bring her back. I love her and I need to tell her. You’ve sent me my own angel and I didn’t even recognize her. I was so caught up in the past, in my anger toward Regina but Amelia has made that old hurt and pain fall away like a bad dream long faded and easily forgotten. I tease her so much, I love to call her Princess and she hates it, but that’s how I see her. She is my Princess to be loved and cherished. I swear if you let her wake up I’ll never call her Princess another day in my life.”
Amelia could hear him as she opened her weary eyes a smile on her lips at his last comment. She was exhausted but that didn’t matter she’d listened long enough and she had a baby and husband who needed her now very much. She let her hand fall down to Jordan’s head. “I’d never leave you, I’ll love you always and I’ll need you forever.” She whispered.
Slowly Jordan lifted his head to meet those gold eyes he’d been missing so much. He couldn’t thank God enough for answering his prayers and his heart was bursting. “I love you.” He declared kissing her forehead. “I love you so much and I promised God that if he let you wake that would be the first thing I told you. You and Jordana are everything to me.” Jordan felt is voice cracking but didn’t try and hide it.
“Jordana?”
“She’s beautiful, like nothing you’ve ever seen.” Jordan told her rising as he spoke and going over to the basinet. Amelia had yet to formally meet their daughter and it was long overdue. Retrieving his curly haired angel Jordan couldn’t help but laugh as she gave him that tired smile of hers. Wrapping her up tight he took her to Amelia. “Meet Jordana Colby Bradford.”
Joyful tears flowed from Amelia’s tired eyes as Jordan placed her daughter in her waiting arms. For the very first time, she was so small and her absolutely gorgeous caramel cream skin was a startling contrast against her violet blue eyes which stared back Amelia lazily. Rose kissed lips pouted prettily while sooty black lashes jutted out faintly from her half closed lids. “She’s perfect.”
“I told you, and I also told you we’d have a girl.” Jordan teased. “You named her Colby.” Amelia retorted a smile on her lips vigor renewed at the very sight of her child.
“No my love, I named her Jordana, her middle name is Colby and I’ll let you know Margaret fought me tooth and nail over it, only Georgia approved.”
“Georgia, where is my sweet girl, go get her please.” Amelia was so content that only Georgia could make the moment any sweeter.
“Any other requests? Your wish is my command.”
Amelia just smiled. “Promise to always call me Princess.”
“If it pleases you Princess I will.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Arlene D. Lam is a twenty nine year old wife and mother. She resides in Northern California with her husband and son and is currently working on The Wedding, a story that revolves around Jasper and Margaret.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
About The Author