Obsessive love

Chapter 5 - Little Break

***POV MIA***

The flight to Boston seems interminable. On the one hand, I don't know where Jordan is right now and how he's doing, and on the other hand, I don't know why I'm flying to Boston at all. After all, I can't do anything for him. It would probably be better for my soul if I stayed with Donnie and Jenny. But I can't stand to see them so in love and so happy. I mean, I'm happy for them both, really from the bottom of my heart, but right now, with my own great grief and worry for Jordan, it's too much for me.

The baby is happily prancing around. There's still room for it. It's early to feel the baby, but it's not my first pregnancy. I rejoice when I feel the little one inside me like this. Jordan's baby. I hope for a girl, that would make him doubly happy.

I have to take a cab from the airport. My beloved car is at home in the garage. I expected to be on tour for about 4 weeks, the parking fees would then be higher than taking a cab there and back. Indecisive I stand in front of the terminal. Cab, good, but where should the trip go? Directly to the prison? I have to see Jordan, no matter how. But the State Prison has several locations, how should I know where Jordan is?

Finally, I get the idea to call Richard.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Mia. I'm in Boston. Where can I find Jordan?"

"Hi Mia. Jordan should be at your house. At least that's where I drove him."

"Home?" I beam all over my face and my voice cracks with joy.

"Yes. He can explain the rest to you himself. I have to go."

"All right. Thanks!"

When I arrive in front of our house, I'm as excited as I was before meeting him for the first time. Back then, at the Starbucks.... he didn't know I was part of the fanbase, I applied to be his bodyguard and I was so scared that I wouldn't be able to separate personal and professional because I was already in love with him then.

Now I know that he loves me. It is such a great feeling to be allowed to be a partner to this man. He is loving, faithful, talented, sexy and various more. I want to be by his side forever. That's why I said "yes" when he proposed to me.

Now I am standing in front of the door and have butterflies in my stomach. And a baby. But he doesn't know that yet. There are still 3 days until his birthday. Then I will tell him.

"JORDAN?" I shout, when entering the house.

"I'm here", does he response from the first floor and happily I hang up my jacket on the hook next to the door, before I run up to him.

I find him sitting on the floor, in front of the sofa. His hairstyle is a mess, he is pale and has deep circles under his eyes. His beard is too long and he is still wearing the clothes he was arrested in. He looks like he has been crying and suddenly, surprising myself, I burst into tears. I throw myself into his arms and he just holds me. It feels so great, my head against his chest. I hear his heartbeat, I feel his warmth. His strong arms hold me and I know exactly, whatever happens, this is my place. I am safe. I cry, I sniffle his clothes wet, but neither of us mind. He smells quite strong. I understand that he didn't have any other clothes with him, but wasn't he even allowed to shower? Anyway, I ignore the smell. Only the here and now counts. Slowly the flow of tears dries up and with it comes the guilty conscience. My goodness, what a wimp I am! I'm his bodyguard and his fiancée. He just went through hell and I stupid cow have nothing better to do than let him comfort me.

I break free from the hug and take two Kleenex from the box on the coffee table. We always have some there, it happens that one or the other movie makes us cry. Yes, him too. He's so sensitive, you really have to be careful what you let him watch. Like a little child. We saw "It" and even though he was playing it cool, I know he was much more creeped out than I was.