Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Eighteen ♥

"Jordan Knight," he panted.  "Plane to the coast ...Donnie Wahlberg arranged and Johnny is my escort "

"Right here, Mr. Knight," the attendant said, amused.  "Just sign here."

He heffed his carry on over his shoulder  as he jogged to the gate.  He flopped into his seat just as the flight attendants closed the doors.

Jordan fastened his seat belt, closed his eyes, and thought of Lacey.  Jordan  prayed he could find her.

Lacey pulled on the enormous tank dress, groaning as she looked at herself in the mirror.  "I know why these are called tank dresses," she said wryly, rubbing her already enormous stomach.  "I feel like a tank in this thing."

She grumbled as she packed her beach bag.  She just knew that Oriana  was probably still thin as a rail, even at 6 months.  She grabbed her sunglasses, and waddled towards the door.  This was her favorite thing about this resort: the private beach.  That way, not too many people were able to see her sitting on the sand like a beached whale.

She opened the door, and jumped when she saw someone standing there.  "Reeve, God! Scare this baby right out of me, why don't you?"  She smiled at the young doctor who had treated her that first night.  He had continued checking up on her, and had visited her regularly when he discovered she was pregnant.  He provided her with vitamins and helpful advice, and had eventually fallen in love with her.  She was aware of his feelings, but only loved him as a friend.  Her heart belonged to the father of her baby, who Lacy assumed hated her guts.

"I told you I'd be here at two, and here I am."  He stood in the hallway, with a huge blanket in one hand, and a beach umbrella in the other.  "Ready?"

"Of course I am.  Let's go."

They picked their way down to the beach.  Reeve set up the umbrella, and laid out the blanket.  She slowly sat down with a grunt.  "Are you sure there's no way we can get this baby to make its appearance any time soon?"  She asked him for the hundredth time.  He smiled.  He knew that she loved being pregnant, even if there was some kind of horror story about her previous life.

"You know the answer to that."  He saw the baby name book peeking out of her bag.  "Have you decided?"

"Uh, I think so.  Rebekah  if it is a girl, and...Jordan for a boy."  She busied herself emptying her bag.  Reeve was touched.

"Um, I'm gonna go get us some water.  Do you need anything else?"

"Nope.  Just make sure there's lots of ice.  It's hot as hell out here."

"Anything for you, sweetheart."  Reeve bent down and kissed Lacey's forehead.

Jordan rounded a corner and walked out onto the beach.  It had taken a lot of begging and cajoling, but the female desk clerk had taken pity on him, and allowed him out onto the beach.  He skidded to a stop when he saw Lacey sitting on a blanket.  His heart skidded to a stop when he saw a man bend down and kiss her on her head.  The man turned and walked towards an outdoor bar.

  His Laceyhad found someone else...

Lacey pulled her notebook out of her bag.  She had been on a writing frenzy lately, which she blamed on the baby.  It kept her awake many nights, and she had always done her best writing at night anyway.  She tore off one of the pages that she had scribbled some thoughts on.  A sudden gust of wind pulled it from her hand.

"Fuck " she muttered, struggling to her feet.  She grabbed the paper, and stood, stretching her back.  Resting one hand on her stomach, she gazed out at the ocean.

Jordan stared at her, his heart melting at the sight of her.  She was huge, but he had never seen her more beautiful.  A tear crept down his cheek.  Another gust of wind took her sunhat off, and bounced it down the beach.  He saw her frown.  Gathering all his courage, he ran after the hat.

A man picked up Lacey's hat and handed it to her.  She gasped as she saw his face.

"Here you go," Jordan whispered shyly  as  he smiled gently.  "Hi, Lacey."

"Jordan...Oh God...what are you doing here?  How did you find me?"  One hand covered her stomach unconsciously while the other flew to her face to hide the scars around her eyes.

"Donnie finally broke down and told me.  Oriana  thought he was sending money to some floozy on the coast , and he had to tell her the truth."

"Well, that's partially right, but not the way she thought."  Lacey firmly placed the hat on her head, determined to march Jordan right off that beach and back to Boston.  It was what was best for him...and for her. 

Wasn't it?

"Lacey, why did you run from me?  I found Joe there, and..."

"And he told you what happened, right?  He told you how we'd been fucking for some time, and you just hadn't found out about it, right?"  She snapped, falling apart inside.

"Yes, that's what he said."  He lowered his gaze to his feet.  "And I didn't want to believe him.  But you were gone, and there was no message or anything, and I never heard from you.  So I assumed it was true."

"Well, here I am.  You've found me, and now you can go.  Give Oriana  a hug for me."  She turned to go back to her blanket, but Jordan gently  grabbed her arm, stopping her

Reeve searched for Lacey as he carried a pitcher of ice water down to their blanket.  The pitcher dropped to the sand as he saw a strange man grab her arm.  He ran towards them.

"Get your hands off her, asshole!"  Reeve grabbed Jordan's hand and threw it off of her.  Jordan looked from this stranger to Lacey.

"I see," he said slowly.  He gazed into Lacey's blue eyes, and saw only confusion.  "Okay, if you want me to go, I will.  I hope you're happy."