Summary: Picks up after Come make flower crowns with us
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Misha x Daughter!Reader . Misha x Vicki. Reader x Jordan (OFC). Maison and West. Wren (OMC).
Word Count: 1,092
Warning(s): Jordan teasing the reader. Recognizing ones feelings. Reader overthinking.
A/N: This is part three of Cherry Blossom Girl. I’ve got maybe one more part in me and it will probably end up being a time jump.
A hands free dinner. Only someone as unique as your younger brother could come up with a dinner concept like that. You all went along with it though. Dessert was another story.
“Misha, will you please tell your daughter that she needs to take a shower?”
You snorted and looked over at Maison who grinned at you in return. “Mommy, you gotta be more specific..”
“I think she looks fine.” Jordan winked at you and you were pretty sure your whole body was on fire. “Y/N, do you need some help washing off?”
“Jordan, there are young children here. Please, stop acting like you’re going to eat my daughter.”
“She looks like a snack, I can’t help it.”
You nervously giggled. “Maybe Jordan should take a shower first, a very cold shower..”
“I don’t think that’ll help, but if you insist.” Jordan leaned in close so that her shoulders were touching yours. “You’re welcome to join me, if you want that is.”
“Please stop fueling the fire…” You whispered quietly
“Does that mean Jordan is spending the night with sissy?” Maison was practically bouncing up and down in her chair. “Ohh! Can you help us bake cupcakes tomorrow?”
“I’m always down for baking some cupcakes, but that decision is up to your parents guys.”
“Jordan is always welcome to spend the night, she knows that.” Misha grinned at the two of you and you were worried about what he going to say. "I mean, you're already attached at the hip. Maybe we should start talking flowers for the wedding."
"Wouldn't Wren make the cutest ring bearer?"
"Mom, no please don't encourage him."
"Maison could be our flower girl."
"I'm leaving now.”
--
You made sure to check on Wren before hopping in the shower. You stood there with your eyes closed as the hot warm rolled down your back. You knew your family meant well. You knew that but yet it frustrated you from time to time. It really didn’t help that Jordan would join in and that frustrated you in a completely different way.
You turned the water off as your mind wandered.
What if you told Jordan how you felt and she didn’t feel the same way? What if she didn’t want to be with you because you were a single mother? Did Jordan even want kids? You needed to calm down so you followed the breathing exercises that your mom and dad taught you.
It took a few tries but once you were calm, you put your pajamas on. You felt so tired but instead of going directly into your room, you paused once you heard Jordan’s voice.
“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, Wren.” Jordan mumbles to herself as she picks him up from his crib.. “I shouldn’t be nervous about sharing a bed with your mom. I mean, we always shared the bed whenever we had sleepovers. I would always wake up in the middle of the night because I had a nightmare and your mom always had her arms wrapped around me, and it always made me feel safe. Your grandpa always made it super awkward when he'd come barging in to wake us up for breakfast. God, he really made it worse, and then the drive to take me home was so awkward. I’ve liked your mom for years now Wren, but I honestly never thought she’d give me the time of day.”
“I know you don't understand me buddy.” Jordan chuckled as she checked his diaper and crinkled her nose. “I see how it is, well now let's change your butt and get you nice and clean again, okay?”
“I can do that.” Your voice was soft but it still made Jordan jump. You quietly chuckled but she shook her head.
“I got him. Y/N, are you okay?” You brushed your hand over Wren's messy hair and kissed the crown of his head.
“I'm just tired. I'm gonna lay down but there's a set of pajamas setting out on the shelf in the bathroom for you.” You kissed Jordan's cheek without thinking and pulled the blankets back on your side of the bed. “Jordan?”
“Yeah, Y/N?”
“Thank you for being here.”
“There's no place I would rather be.”
--
Wren was being fussy when Jordan stumbled into the kitchen. You missed your mom greeting her and asking how she slept.
“I actually slept through the night.” She smiled as Misha nudged a cup of coffee towards her and she accepted it gratefully. “No nightmares at all.”
“That’s fantastic.” Jordan finished off her cup of a coffee and as Misha went to pour her another cup, her phone went off. Jordan swore under her breath and excused herself. You heard the phone ring again and that’s when you realized it was the place Jordan worked. She told you a while back that she had specific ringtones setup for different people and yes, that included you.
“I hope everything is okay.” You muttered as Vicki offered to take Wren.
“I got him, now go make sure Jordan is okay.”
--
Jordan was sitting in the living room in total silence. Out of everything that could’ve gone wrong, getting fired was something that had never crossed her mind. She was a good employee, at least that’s what she thought. “It's not fair.”
“Jordan?” You took a seat on the coffee table in front of her.
“I refuse to sleep with his precious son and all of a sudden, I’m fired? It’s not fair, Y/N. What am I going to do? I have bills to pay and now - now I have to look for a new job…”
She was stuck in a cycle, so you did the only thing you could think to do. You leaned forward from where you were sitting and pressed your lips firmly against hers. “Jordan, we’ll figure something out.” You took her hand into yours and squeezed it gently. “I’ll be there every step of the way, because if you haven’t figured it out by now, I like you.”
“Hey.” You couldn’t look her in the eye after your confession. She hooked her hand under your chin and made you look at her. “I’m crazy about you. Y/N, I...Iloveyou.”
“You what?” You obviously heard what she said but you wanted to hear it again.
“I love you dammit. I love your family, and I love Wren as if he was my own and one day, I want you to be my wife.”
