Some Kind Of Wonderful

Chapter: Twenty-Six: Finding Isabelle and a streak of bad luck.

“Damn it, Isabelle, answer the phone!” Jordan growled angrily ending the call and dialling her number again waiting for it to ring.

“Hey, you’ve reached Isabelle, you know the drill.” Jordan sighed banging his head on the table. It had been four hours since Isabelle left and he couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. It was like she fell from the face of the earth. He had been to Dru’s place looking for her but he had no idea what was going on. He went to the bridge, to all the places he could think of but she wasn’t anywhere.

“Where are you?” he whispered looking at her picture. “How could you think I would ever betray you like that?” he was losing his mind, he needed her and the more he thought about losing her the more terrified he became.

Suddenly an idea sprung to his mind and picked up his cell and dialled a number waiting for an answer.

“Yo.”

“Ad’s, it’s Jordan.” he heard a chuckle on the other line.

“Yeah I got that, why are you calling me at four in the morning, man?” Adam asked his best friend.

Jordan sighed. “I need a really big favour man.”

“Sure thing, bro. What can I do for you at this ungodly hour?” Jordan smirked at his friends antics. Only Adam would be up this
time of night or morning.

“I need you to do a GPS trace for Me.” he said taking a sip from his drink and wincing.

“What’s wrong, Jaiden disappear again?” He asked with a chuckled shuffling around.

“Nah man, it’s Isabelle. She left me.” he said and frowned when he a crashed on the other end.

“Ow...fuck. WHAT?!” Jordan pulled the phone away from his ear. “Isabelle, left you? What the fuck did you do man?” Adam asked his state of shock still evident.

“Apparently, I was having an affair with Kat.” He pinched the bridge of his nose closing his eyes for a moment. He was getting a migraine with all the shit running through his head.

“Jordan, tell me you didn’t?” his friend said flatly.

“No man, what the fuck you take me for? Be serious like I would ever screw Kat! God only knows she’s crawling with every STD
known to man-kind.” Jordan said and shuddered at the thought.

He heard Adam sigh in relief. “Dude, seriously, one of these days I’m really gonna come down there, and take that girl from
you. I always knew she was too good for a schmuck like you. I can’t believe I let you have her. ” Adam mumbled.

Jordan snorted. “Yeah right, like you stood a chance. Isabelle had her eye on me the moment we met; you didn’t have a chance in hell, my man.” Jordan said smiling at the memory of when they met.

Adam laughed. “Yeah like you were much better, everywhere you went Isabelle went with you. You were hooked like a prostitute on crack. You lived and breathed Isabelle.” Adam pointed out. “Or do I have to remind you how many times you woke up with a boner from dream fucking her?”

“No, you don’t. That memory is painfully etched into my brain forever. But you’re absolutely right about the other stuff. It’s been years and I’m still as hooked as I was back then, even more so. I just can’t believe she would up and leave, throw everything we have away without even confronting me first. The fact that she thinks, I would ever go back to Kat pisses me off more than anything. If I were being unfaithful, I would upgrade not that there is a woman that even compares to Isabelle--” Jordan said with a longing sigh.

“Dude, do you blame her, God only knows what she’s thinking right now or how much she even knows. I need a number plate?” Adam asked.

“H-0-N-3-Y-J.” Jordan said rubbing his face tiredly as he listened to Adam type away at his keyboard.

“Honey-J, that’s adorable.” Adam cooed mockingly on the other end. Jordan chuckled. “There you are...hello Isabelle.” Adam
mumbled on the other line, Jordan sat up straight.

“Where is she?” he asked quickly.

“Did you say you checked everywhere for her?” Adam asked sceptically.

“Yes why?” Adam chuckled.

“Well, it seems to me like you missed one major place man. Where all this begun...” Adam hinted and Jordan cursed for being so
stupid.

“Of course, she’s at the beach house. Shit, how the fuck did I miss that?” Jordan asked himself more than anyone.

“Beats the hell outta me.” Adam mumbled with a yawn. “Now fuck off and find your woman, I’m going to bed you lucky bastard.” Jordan chuckled.

“Thanks man, I owe you one. “Jordan said a smile on his face.

“Mmhm, if Isabelle tells you to fuck off, do me a favour and be sure to send her my way. Not all of us are dipshits like you; I would take reaaal good care of her.” Adam joked, hint of laughter in his voice.

Jordan arched a brow. “Not a chance in hell, she’s mine, always has always will be. So you better jerk it off my friend,
Isabelle won’t be knocking on your door anytime soon.” Jordan said rising from the table.

Adam laughed before mumbling a goodnight and hanging up. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, at least now he knew where she was and that gave him a little glimmer of hope. He looked at the picture of them together above the fireplace and smiled.

“I won’t let you walk out of my life, Isabelle, not when you’re the one holding it together.” He said went in search for his keys. He decided to get there as soon as possible, it was a two hour drive to the beach house but the roads were empty so he could cut the journey short if he put his foot down a little.

(Apologise, Timberland)

Isabelle sat still in the same spot for over three hours just staring out into space, listening to the hum of the ocean as the waves washed over the shore. In her mind she kept replaying the first time she and Jordan made love on the very spot she was sitting on.

The dark sky had begun to get lighter, the stars disappearing as the sun made its appearance, peeking up from the horizon with its dazzling shimmer.

Isabelle closed her eyes when she felt the warmth of the sunlight on her face. She sat up all night reminiscing about the good times she and Jordan shared together over the years.

For the life of her she couldn’t understand why he would go back to Kat after everything they had been through. It was only the night before they were lovingly wrapped up in each other’s arms making love. She was lying on her side and Jordan was behind her whispering sweet nothings into her ear, telling her over and over again how much he loved her. Was it all a lie?

With a sniffle she stood up to go back to the beach house she managed to walk a few steps and froze. Standing in front of her a few feet away was her husband. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy like he had been running his fingers through it too many times. He was still in his work clothes black slacks with his light blue shirt un-tucked and un-buttoned showing his chiselled chest.

Even though he looked tired he still managed to look as gorgeous as ever. Suddenly images of him and Kat sleeping together filled her mind and she felt her stomach turn. She shook her head and turned the opposite direction and walked off. However she only got to take a few steps when she felt a strong grip on her upper arm and soon after he eyes locked with her husband’s.

Isabelle tried to pull out of his hold but Jordan didn’t let go. “Get your hands off me.” she hissed narrowing her blue eyes in anger.

Jordan only pulled her closer to him. “Isabelle, please just listen to me?” Jordan said pleading.

Isabelle shook her head and laughed bitterly. “Haven’t we been here before?” she asked looking up at him.

Jordan nodded. “Yeah, only that time I was guilty of what you’re accusing me with.”

Isabelle’s eyes turned to slits. “So this is what our marriage has come to, lies and betrayal?” she asked. “You’re actually
going to stand there and lie to my face?” she asked her misery evident in her voice.

Jordan shook his head. “No, I have been seeing Kat for the past few weeks.” He said his heart breaking at the pained look in her eyes. “But I-”

“You asshole,” Isabelle spat yanking her arm out of his hold. “Wasn’t the last time ENOUGH!” she screamed tears streamed down her face. “I should have known, you are NEVER gonna change. I made a huge mistake ever coming back to you.” she said barging past him.

Jordan chased after her wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back to him. “Baby, it pains me that you think I would ever touch another woman but you. I never slept with Kat, I’ve been seeing her but not for the reasons you think.” He whispered in her ear from behind.

Isabelle stilled not moving an inch. “I heard you, Jordan.”

“What did you hear, baby? Us talking because that’s all we were doing. I swear.” He said turned her around to face him. “I love you; I wouldn’t be here if it was Kat I wanted. Why didn’t you confront me if you believed I was having an affair?”
“I was scared, I didn’t want it to be true.” She cried.

Jordan cupped her cheeks. “Baby, it isn’t true. I would never cheat on you and even if I were to it wouldn’t be with Kat. Come on this is me; I’m crazy about you remember?” Jordan said pressing his forehead to hers.
“Then why the secret meetings?” Isabelle asked pulling her head back to look at him.

Jordan closed his eyes and sighed. “Don’t be mad, but I was organising a surprise birthday party for you. Kat was just helping
me what with Kelly not being here to.” He explained.

Isabelle arched a brow at him. “You have got to be kidding me?” she asked deadpanned. When Jordan looked at her wordlessly she sighed rubbing her temples tiredly. “Jordan for goodness sake how many times do we have to go through this, I DON’T celebrate my birthday, I never have, I would have thought you would know that by now.” She said irritated.

“Isabelle, come on, you have never celebrated your birthday...ever. I want to share that with you baby, why won’t you let me?” Jordan asked taking a hold of her shoulders.

“You know the reason, Jordan. I hate my birthday, because it reminds me of that godforsaken day I was brought into this goddamn world, only to be abandoned. My birthday doesn’t hold the same significance yours doe. Every birthday I spent being
even more miserable than the last. It’s not a day I want to celebrate, it’s a day I dread because it brings back all those horrible memories I try to forget.” She said wiping away her tears.

Jordan cupped her face gently. “Isabelle, listen to me. All of those bad memories are in that past now. I just wanted to make you forget about all those horrible birthdays you had and give you one that’s filled with nothing but happiness and love. All these years we have dismissed your birthday, you shield yourself off from us on that day and I’m not having it anymore. I hate that I can’t spend your birthday with you...” he said gazing into her eyes lovingly while his fingers caressed her cheeks. “...to show you just how thankful I am that you were born, if there was no you I don’t even want to think about where I would be right now. “

“Most probably with Kat.” Isabelle grumbled causing Jordan to chuckle.

“Maybe, and more than likely bored out of my mind, having affairs left and right.”He said smoothly dropping his hands from her
face to her waist where he tugged her closer to him. “I would still be forever searching for you, because no other woman holds a candle to you Isabelle. The love I feel for you never wavered over the years and it never will, I swear to you. Even though I have you I still want you more than ever.”

Isabelle blushed lifting her arms and curling her fingers around his neck. “I’m sorry, god I feel like such an idiot for assu-” she began but stopped when Jordan pressed his lips to hers for moment silencing her.

Their lips parted less than a second later; Jordan pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You have nothing to apologise for, Is. I’m the one that should be sorry; I never should have kept it from you. It was stupid of me.” Isabelle shook her head her slender fingers slipping up from his neck to his cheeks, where stubble had begun to grow.

“I shouldn’t have ever doubted you, Jordan. Over the years we have been together you have never given me any reason not to trust you, and deep down I knew I was being stupid. I’m just terrified of losing you again, whatever the reason.” She said and watched as her husband smiled.

Jordan slightly squeezed Isabelle tighter in his arms. “Never...” he whispered, kissing her nose and pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m not stupid enough to let you go again baby, I’ve been there and almost died in the process. I live and breathe you Isabelle, without you I wouldn’t survive, not for a second.”

Isabelle let the tears fall freely from her eyes as the past suddenly rushed through her mind. “Never again.” She whispered back to him clinging to his muscular arms.

Jordan closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, “Never again.” He repeated in the same manner before he closed the remaining gap between their lips, coiling them together in a searing heartfelt kiss. Isabelle slipped her hands behind him grasping his back as their tongues continued to dance together in bliss.

After a good while of kissing Isabelle groaned at the dull ache in her neck from straining to kiss her husband. Jordan recognised her discomfort and slid his hands down to cup her behind and lifted her into his arms without so much as an effort. Isabelle in response wrapped her legs around Jordan’s waist locking them behind him.

“Better?” Jordan breathed pulling away only slightly, his lips still brushing hers as he spoke.

Isabelle grinned, “Mmhm,” she responded sealing their lips together once again. She poked one eye open when a flash in the
distance caught her eye. “Oh fuck me,” she cursed loudly.

Jordan groaned squeezing her ass before he grinned against her lips. “Mm, I love it when you talk dirty.” He said trailing his lips along her jaw line. Isabelle pulled back breaking contact and Jordan looked at her with wide brown eyes.

“No Jordan, behind you.” she said gesturing with her head. Jordan curiously turned to look and sighed when he spotted a guy with a camera snapping pictures of them in the distance.

“Well, that’s just fucking great. I can’t even screw my wife in peace without them snapping pictures.”

“Jordan!” Isabelle scolded him and he looked at her with wide lust filled eyes.

“I’m sorry baby, I meant make love. You know cause, obviously I wouldn’t just screw you--” he tried to explain but Isabelle glared at him mockingly.

“Zip it.” She said cutting him off in the middle of his rant.

“M’kay.” He said with a sheepish grin. Isabelle giggled and bit his chin lightly before shimmying so she could slip off of him.
Jordan however held her in place not letting her go.

When Isabelle shot him a questioning look he merely shrugged. “If he wants a show I say we give him one.” He said cheekily.
Isabelle gasped. “Jordan Callaway! I will not fornicate with you in when people are watching, especially when it will be all over the papers in the morning for our kids to see.” She said and Jordan grinned sexily in return.

“C’mon, you gotta admit its kinda kinky.” Isabelle shook her head.

“Twenty years ago I wouldn’t have thought twice, but now we have kids and what kind of an example will we be setting if we had pictures of us having sex all over the front page of every magazine and newspaper in the world?”

Jordan chuckled. “It would be like a big fuck you. Serves them right they shouldn’t be spying on people in the first place.” He said and frowned when he saw another flash. He turned his head and looked at the guy with the camera a scowl on his handsome face.

“HEY ASSHOLE, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SHOVE THAT CAMERA DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!” He yelled his voice echoing.
Isabelle giggled when the young man scampered off instantly leaving the lovers alone.

Isabelle looked at her husband and smiled. “Think he’s gone?” she asked running her fingers through his hair.

Jordan looked around scanning the area once more before shaking his head, “Nah, I’m sure he’s lurking around someplace waiting
for us to get down and dirty, so he can snapped more pictures. Prick.” Jordan said irritated.

“Well, why don’t we head back to the house, where we know for sure no one will be watching or snapping pictures of us? I have a few memories I would love to reawaken.” She said nipping at his bottom lip.

Jordan grinned. “Oh you do, do you?” Jordan asked in a hushed tone. Isabelle grinned nodding her head.

“Yes.” She breathed. “Ideally, I wanted to start off right here on the beach where it all begun, but seen as we don’t have that option right now, I suggest we move it to the second place we had sex right after the first.”

Jordan smiled. “On the kitchen table...nice.” he chuckled when Isabelle nodded. “God, we didn’t even make it to your bedroom. I swear the way you were screaming I thought you was going to wake Kelly and lead her straight to us.”

“I know, but that’s what made it all that more thrilling. The risk of getting caught.” She said as Jordan began to lick up her neck.

Jordan grinned, “Mm, baby you were the sweetest taboo.” He said against her throat and snickered at Isabelle when she responded with a ‘Woo! Woo!’

Isabelle threw her head back and laughed heartily. “Crazy girl.” Jordan said lifting her in the air over his head with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

Isabelle gasped. “Jordan Callaway, put me down this instant.” She shrieked her blue eyes wide looking down at her husband’s playful eyes. “Jordan I am at the perfect angle to kick you where it hurts.” She warned.

“Nah uh, your legs are a few inches too short baby-cakes.” He teased and Isabelle scowled.

“I hate you.” she huffed. “I am so gonna put on tons of weight so you can’t lift me anymore, you wait and see.” Jordan laughed and lowered her down a little.

“That’s okay, I’ll just have to push twice the amount of weights and be that much stronger.” He said lowering her until she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Isabelle regarded him curiously for a moment, “You would really do that?” Jordan nodded. “Why?” she asked again.

Jordan smirked. “Because, you belong in my arms, and I love having that kind of power over you.” Isabelle arched a brow.
“Gee thanks, I feel so special knowing that you enjoy making me feel like a five year old.” Isabelle retorted dryly as Jordan placed her back on her feet.

“Oh baby, I don’t mean to, it’s just you fit so perfectly in my arms. And you gotta admit that it has its advantages during sex.” Isabelle poked her brow up at him. “Oh come on, you love being man handled and you know it.” Isabelle grinned.

“I guess it does have its quirks.” she agreed looking up at her husband through her lashes. “But maybe you can take me back to the house and convince me some more?” Jordan laughed and in an instant hoisted Isabelle over his shoulder and hurriedly took off down the beach.

“Jordan, I feel like a sack of potatoes.” She groaned as they neared the beach house. She winced when Jordan spanked her backside.

Jordan chuckled. “Indeed a gorgeous sack of potatoes, with an extremely sexy ass.” He cooed and Isabelle laughed.

(Tainted Love, Soft Cell)

“You did not just compare me to a sack of vegetables.” She said as they stumbled through the glass doors of the beach house.
Jordan placed Isabelle on the kitchen counter with a grin. “You did the comparing, my love.” He said attacking her neck with kisses and bites.

Isabelle sighed tilting her head back completely forgetting about the cupboards behind her head.

Donk!

“Ow!” Isabelle hissed and Jordan’s head snapped up looking at her with laughter in his eyes.

“You okay?” he asked with a snicker.

Isabelle nodded. “When the hell did that get there?” she asked and Jordan smirked.

“We had them put in two summers ago, remember?” he reminded her and Isabelle nodded smiling sheepishly. Jordan grinned and plastered their lips together. He moaned when his wife sneaked her tongue into his mouth goading out his own. Jordan pressed both of his knees on a chair to reach her height on the counter as he pushed Isabelle back to lie down.

The chair creaked and gave away under Jordan’s weight causing him to fall in a heap on the floor banging his head on the corner of the table. Isabelle sat up and looked down at Jordan who groaned lying on his back. “Fuck!”

“You alive?” Isabelle asked through her fits of laughter and Jordan smirked crawling back up to his feet and to his wife.

“Oh, yeah... that was um, supposed to happen.” He said keeping his demeanour cool. Isabelle giggled.

“Sure it was.” She said with an amused cackle. Curling her fingers around his shirts collar she pulled him back to her lips sealing them together once again.

Jordan successfully managed to crawl on top of the counter and rest himself back while pulling Isabelle on top of him. Lips still locked she straddled him pulling him up to take his shirt off.

Jordan however came up too fast and missed the steel light shade above his head which collided with his forehead with a ‘clonk’

“Mother of...” Jordan hissed rubbing his forehead as Isabelle broke out into another fit of laughter. He shook his head and grasped Isabelle’s hips and grinding his erection at her core. “Surprisingly enough, even through the battering I’m going through here, I’m still hard.” He groaned as Isabelle kissed his forehead which was red from the collision.

“That’s impressive honey.” She said sweetly slipping his shirt off and discarding it carelessly.

“Ow!” Jordan grumbled shifting when he lay back down.

“What’s wrong?” Isabelle asked peering down at him. Jordan cursed reaching behind him and yanked on something.

“Just...need to get...this damn salt shaker out of my ass.” He said finding the said shaker and tossing it aside with a smirk.

Isabelle giggled. “We could get injured doing this.” She said leaning down to unbutton his pants while looking into his eyes.

“Oh, I know. I’m counting on it.” He said with a roguish smile. Isabelle smiled kissing his stomach while she unzipped him slowly.

“Damn.” Jordan sighed sinking his fingers into her silky hair. Isabelle grinned and pulled back to slip him out of his pant when she got stuck.

“Shit.” She mumbled pulling back and her eyes widened when she realised her hair was tangled in his zipper.

Jordan raised himself up on his elbows and looked at her questioningly. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Isabelle pulled her head back and hissed when she began tugging out strands of her hair. “I’m stuck.” She muttered fumbling with his zipper.

Jordan chuckled. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” he said and watched his wife glare at him.

“Yes honey, I’m totally playing around, I just loooove having my face buried in your crotch.” She snapped sarcastically.
Jordan frowned. “Okay, your sarcasm...is not much appreciated in this moment of time.” He stated with a mock frown.

“In case you haven’t noticed my dear husband, my teeth are dangerously close to your family jewels. Either help me out of this or you lose the twins.” She remarked and heard him chuckle.

“Oh how I love that sweet mouth of yours.” He retorted sitting up fully which caused Isabelle’s face to bury further into his crotch. He snickered placing hand on her head and grinning. “Oh baby.” He moaned mockingly.

“Jordan, I swear to god...” Isabelle’s muffled voice came from in between his legs. Jordan couldn’t help but laugh at the situation they were in.

“I swear, the paparazzi will have a field day if they caught sight of this.” He heard Isabelle laugh the vibration of her laugh turning him on.

“Would you shut up and help me?” Isabelle mumbled with a sigh.

Jordan arched a brow. “Oi, be nice. You’re in no compromising position to be running your mouth missy.” He joked. “OW!” he yelped when Isabelle pinched his balls.

“Neither are you.” she muttered.

“You know, I think I feel a fart coming.” Jordan said and heard Isabelle’s muffled shriek. “I must have eaten some bad fruit.” He added and snickered.

“Jordan!” she said in a panic. “Don’t you dare, or I will for sure chop your dick off and feed it to coyotes.” she said desperately trying to release her hair.

“Ouch!” Jordan mumbled shaking his head. “That sounds nasty.” He teased.

“Jordan, I can’t breathe and I’m starting to see a white light.” She said and Jordan chuckled.

“No, baby stay away from the light.” He said dramatically “Don’t even look at it.” He brought his hands down to his zipper and accidently pinch her nose.

“Ow! My nose!” Isabelle whimpered.

Jordan winced. “Oops, sorry honey, okay so here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to slowly pull up my zipper and you untangle yourself, okay?” he felt her nod and he smiled. “Okay on three. One...two...three.” Jordan pulled up the zipper and Isabelle tugged her head back only to fall off the counter.

“Ahhh.” THUMP!

“Son of a...Ow!” she whimpered as her back hit the floor. Jordan looked down at with concern at first when he saw her look up at him with laughter in her eyes he couldn’t help but laugh. He slid off the counter and helped Isabelle up.

“Maybe we should take this to a bed?” Isabelle suggested and Jordan chuckled agreeing with a nod of his head. “Hey, mind carrying me?” she asked with a smirk, “I think I broke my tail bone.” She said rubbing her backside.

Jordan shook his head amused before sweeping Isabelle into his arms. Kissing they stumbled their way up the stairs almost tripping and falling down the stairs. Jordan kicked the bedroom door open and was about to walk in when the door bounced off the wall and slammed shut hitting him in face as Isabelle moved her head back just in time.

“Fuck.” He groaned shaking off the blow to his head. “I swear this house has turned demonic.” He grumbled to a laughing Isabelle.

“Oh my god.” Isabelle struggled to breathe through her laughter.

“Alright, we can’t go wrong from here right?” he said cautiously stepping through his eyes trained on the evil door as did so.

He grinned once they made it through and hurriedly made it over to the bed. He snatched Isabelle’s lips once again losing himself in the warmth of her mouth.

With a growl he jumped back on the bed Isabelle still in his arms ready to ravish her which was until the bed collapsed under their weight with a loud clank. They both hissed when their heads bumped together.

Isabelle pressed her lips tightly together suppressing the urge to let out the bubble of laughter that was itching to erupt. “Jordan-”

“Not a word.” He said struggling to hold in his laughter. A second of silence passed and they both began laughing in hysterics.
Isabelle lifted her head up from where it was buried into his neck and met his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby; this was not how I saw this going.” Jordan apologised running his fingers through her hair.

Isabelle smiled shaking her head. “Hey come on, don’t apologise. In a weird way it was kind of fun. I mean despite the fact that I have bumps and bruises all over I don’t think I have laughed like that in a really long time.” She said tracing his
lips with the pad of her finger. “We haven’t had fun like that in a really long time.”

Jordan liked his lips nodding. “I know, I haven’t been the best husband lately, Isabelle.” Jordan said with a heavy sigh. “I’ve
just been loaded with a load of shit at work, I haven’t forgotten about what’s important, baby. I sit in that office after hours and all I wanna do is come home and crawl into your arms because you’re the only thing keeping me sane, Is.”

Isabelle smiled. “I know baby, it’s not going to be like this forever. Once you retire we are going to have all the time in the world together. Who knows we may even get sick of each other.” She said with quirky smile.

Jordan grinned. “I highly doubt that, everyday with you is like a new adventure. I won’t ever have time to get bored...not with you.” he said earnestly. Jordan knew all the time he had spent at the office was putting a strain on his marriage. He hated every second of being away from Isabelle, not being able to go to bed with her and fall asleep together. All that would change once he retired in a few years.

“So maybe we should get back to making up?” Jordan mumbled trailing his finger tips up and down sending tingles cascading down Isabelle’s back.

Isabelle smiled her eyes getting heavy. “Actually, I’m kinda tired.” She mumbled resting her chin in his chest. “You’re not mad are you?” she asked quickly.

Jordan looked relieved, “God no, I’m beat. All the blows I took to the head earlier kind of took it out of me. I’m almost positive I lost a good few brain cells in the process which will more than likely leave me temporarily retarded.” He joked tired and Isabelle giggled.

“Aww, baby you give yourself way too much credit. You were always a little retarded.” She quipped and giggled when Jordan poked her playfully.

“Ha ha, aren’t we the comedian.”Jordan teased wrapping his arms around her as their eyes began to drift shut.
“I think so.” Isabelle mumbled relaxing against him. Jordan smiled tiredly using his thumb lazily drawing circles on her bare hip.

“I love you, babe.” He whispered and heard Isabelle mumble ‘I love you too’ back before he drifted off to sleep with his wife
in his arms.

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