When The War Is Over #wattys2016

Chapter 24

Jordan is basically a younger version of Jack Kaeding

Andrea's POV

"My baby," Laurel said crying tears of joy at the back of the car. Yeah, that's right, we rented a car. One of those big Jeeps that look like Hummers. I know, we're awesome.

Mildred gave us an address and we were heading there right now. We found ourselves in the neighbourhood and I immediately found house 221. Kay was holding Laurel as she cried. The minute I parked the car, she jumped out and ran towards the door.

"Hold on Laurel," Brent shouted and ran to catch up to her. "Just calm down. You're too excited, let me do the talking," he said and she nodded.

Brent waited for all of us to gather at the door before he rang the bell. He rang thrice and no one answered. Laurel was getting frustrated until someone finally opened the door. It was a beautiful redhead Columbian girl. She had light brown eyes and pink lips.

"Who sent you?" she asked us harshly.

"What are you talking about?" Felicity asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know he's behind this," she said with a scowl.

"Lady, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm just here to see Jordan," Laurel said and pushed her way into the house.

"How do you know who Jordan is?" she asked and pointed a knife at Laurel. But Laurel just grabbed the knife out of the girls hand and sneered at her.

"He's my son," she said and the girl's eyes widened.

"Camila. Camy is that you?" asked a little boy coming into the hallway. "Who are these people?"

"Jordan? Jordy is that you?" Laurel asked her eyes watering.

"Yeah, my name is Jordan. Who are you lady?" he asked sweetly. He was so innocent.

"I-Im your m-mom. I'm your mommy sweety," she said and Jordan looked confused.

"My mommy? That's impossible, my mommy went to a better place years ago," he said and I just wanted to cry.

"You're so adorable baby, come here," Laurel said and for some reason, Jordan actually came.

"You're a nice lady, and you're really pretty too," he said and Laurel smiled but had a slight look of confusion mixed with astonishment on her face.

"He's a gifted child. He can tell weather a person is bad or good based on the vibes he gets when he touches or looks at them. They told me that he had been like that for around a year before we adopted him," Camila sighed and shook her head.

"Camila, is she really my mommy?" Jordan asked.

"Go to your room sweety. Us adults have to talk," Camila said.

"But Camy, I felt it. Is she my mommy?" he asked one more time about to cry.

"I don't know sweety. But I'm about to find out," she said reluctantly. "Now go upstairs Jordy," she said and he smiled at us before running.

That boy was handsome and beautiful at the same time. I never thought I would see the day that I met someone like that. He had lovely grey eyes like his dad and pink lips like his mom. His hair was auburn though and none of his parents were blond.

"Who are you and why do you want to take my brother away from me?" she asked viciously.

"My name is Laurel Cooper and I'm his mother. That boy is my son, and I'm here to take him back," Laurel said with confidence.