Eden's Secret

Chapter 8

"Let's get married."

Jordan's jaw about dropped to the ground at this. "What??? Have you lost your mind?"

"No. Let's get married," he said again very matter-of-factly.

"I don't understand. I haven't talked to you more than twice in the past six months and now you want to get married?" She stood up and paced around the living room, shaking her head in disbelief. "Are you sure about this? I haven't even met your family. I don't....."

"Jordan," he cut her off, "I don't care about all that. When you emailed me the other day and said you wanted to meet for lunch, I told myself then that if I ever got you back I wasn't going to let you go. There is nothing you could have done that would have changed my mind. I have been a wreck this six months. I've been on the greatest tour, the most successful tour, of my career but all I could think about was what I did to mess things up with you and how was I ever going to get over you. The fact that you had a baby means nothing and changes nothing. After all, It's not just a baby. It's OUR baby. Do I wish I had gotten to be a part of this? Absolutely. But like I said earlier, we can't change that. We can only go forward. And after I left last night after seeing baby Eden, I knew that my life as a single man was over. Now, are you going to marry me or not?" he took her hand and smiled.

Jordan shook her head, unbelieving, and smiled back at him, "Yes, I guess, yes! Let's get married!" He lifted her up and spun her around as she giggled like a little school girl. "When are we going to do this?" She stepped back, holding up her fingers and counting the months, "we could have a Christmas wedding? Or New Years! That would be so neat!"

Will stepped back and started looking a little nervous, "I was thinking Friday?"

"Friday? Are you kidding? This Friday? As in five days away? I don't expect to have a huge wedding, but I don't just want to go to the courthouse and elope. We have to have a wedding!"

"O ye of little faith, Jordan? We can have a wedding. Don't you know who I am? I am Will Worthington, award-winning country artist. I can have just about anything I want. We, no I, can do this. Just leave it all to me. Trust me, it will be perfect."

"You want me to let you plan our wedding in less than a week's time?" Jordan asked.

"I have it all planned out. I don't think I slept two hours last night from all the thinking and planning I did. Here's what I'd like to do. First of all, I'm staying here. Whether you like it or not. You need help and I am the one that's going to do that."

"I'm okay with that. And I'm willing to admit it at this point. I do need help. Thank you."

"I figured with all the baby stuff it would be easier for me to stay here than trying to move both of you to my place."

Jordan shrugged her shoulders, "that is so true. Babies require so much crap." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Just look at my living room, it looks like Babies R Us threw up in here. Jordan just came home from the hospital yesterday."

"Yesterday? She was in the hospital for two weeks?" He stopped and shook his head to clear it. "It's okay, we will take care of it. Let's just focus on being parents of a new baby. We all need to learn how to be a family together. The house will always be here." He reached over and hugged her, giving her some much-needed consolation. She felt like a big weight was lifted off her shoulder, just having someone here at the house with her. The fact that it was Will, the person it was supposed to be all along, made it that much more comforting. "Next, tomorrow we are going to meet my parents. Don't panic about this, it will be fine. I know it will be a shock, but hopefully this will be the last big shock for them. Lord knows, I've given them plenty to be shocked about in my lifetime." He laughed.