Yours, Now and Forever Book #2(A Jordan Knight Fanfiction)

Ch. 19

Home.

That word has so much meaning.

They say "Home is where your heart is". If that's true, then that means Boston is Vivian's home.

Except, she's lived in California the last few years. So all her stuff is in California. But no one says "Home is where your stuff is".

So she has to wonder, where her home is. She suddenly feels conflicted. She wants to be with Jordan, but she also wants to stay in California. But she wants to be with Jordan more than she wants anything else. They can talk with the kids to make decisions about living arrangements when she's back with Jordan.

Vivian isn't conflicted for long. She has to be where Jordan is. She can't live without him anymore. So she heads back to Boston. She can come back to California later. She has to be in Jordan's arms, tonight.

When her flight lands it's really late. Or very early, depending how you look at it. She takes a cab to Jordan's. All the lights are out when she gets there. Vivian finds her old set of keys that she's always kept in her purse. To her surprise they still work. She sneaks in the house, punches in the security code she remembers, yep still works. She can't believe he really hasn't changed anything.

Vivian quietly makes her way up the stairs. She feels a little nervous when she reaches the bedroom door. What if he has someone with him? She thinks about the fact that they haven't made any promises to each other. He's totally allowed to have a woman over. Maybe one last fling before they recommit to each other. Fuck it! She says to herself as she turns the door knob. It's very dark in the room, but she can hear him snoring. She smiles, his snoring annoyed her for years. She spent endless nights pushing him and waking him, telling him, "Roll over babe, you're snoring. Babe, roll onto your stomach. BABE..you're snoring" then SMACK "Turn over Jordan and stop snoring." And it was always the same response from him, "okay babe, you just had to ask, no need to yell." She couldn't help but giggle at the memory.

Vivian notices he stopped snoring. She stands still, covering her mouth to keep him from hearing her laugh. She hears the covers rustle. She thinks maybe he just turned over. She takes a step forward. She wishes her eyes would hurry and adjust to the dark. When she takes another step forward, she bumps into something, no she bumps into someone. Her hands automatically go up, and when she makes contact with skin she hears a very loud scream. Then she screams, before she starts laughing, "Jordan?"

"Vivian? Is that you? What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me." She cannot stop laughing. Hysterically laughing. She's bending over, holding her side laughing. "What are you laughing at?" He asks her as he turns on the lamp next to the bed. This makes her laugh even more. "Viv, are you okay?"

"Yes. Are you?"

He looks at her, confused, "Yes, I'm fine, what are you laughing at?" He wipes his face, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"J, did you not hear yourself scream like a little girl? I thought I'd run into some girl you had here with you."

He looks at her with such a serious look, "First of all, I don't scream like a girl, I scream very much like a man. And second of all, I've never brought a woman here."

Now all the humor of the situation is gone, "You've never, brought a woman home with you? Like ever? Not sure I believe you. Jordan, you're a famous musician. Women love you. You sing beautifully. And your fucking gorgeous. I know you've been with other women. We've been apart almost six years and what you're saying is in the last six years, none of the women you've been with have ever been in your house?"

"Our house. And that's exactly what I'm saying. I've got no reason to lie to you. You've been married to another man, so it's not like I'm trying to keep you from being angry with me. I just never wanted another woman in our bed. Or in our home. I knew you'd be back one day, and it was a choice I made."

She knows he's telling her the truth. And it just makes her even more sure about how she feels. She's where she belongs. Home.

He takes her hands in his and pulls her with him as he moves backwards, until he's sitting on their bed. He slowly undresses her. He removes everything she's wearing, except her vintage Bon Jovi tshirt. He reaches up the back of her shirt and unhooks her bra. He slides the straps down each arm and pulls it out of her shirt. He slides back on the bed, getting under the covers, bringing her with him. He pulls her into his arms, then reaches over and turns off the lamp. They lay there together, in the dark, in their bed, in their room, in their house. And everything feels like it is right in their world.

Vivian wakes up in Jordan's arms. She's happy. She's very happy. She moves over just a little and Jordan turns over. Vivian gets up and uses the bathroom, then grabs her laptop. She gets back into the bed beside Jordan and begins typing. By the time Jordan wakes up, she's gotten about ten chapters written. The words are pouring out of her. She is so enthralled in her work that she doesn't even realize Jordan has woken up. He's laying next to her, watching her work.

Jordan finally speaks, "Good morning my love, what're you writing about?"

"Good morning sleepy. It's my new book. I've suddenly been inspired and I have to get everything down before I forgot it." She stops typing and leans over to kiss him.

"What's the new book about?"

"What are all my books always about?"

"Us?"

"Yep. You're my muse. You've always inspired me to write. I guess because our love has always seemed too good to be true, like most fiction love stories."