Hi everyone. This is the penultimate episode in the story! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!
The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.
Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.
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Cheyenne
I looked up from the hospital bed at the man standing in the door of my private room. A sob escaped my lips.
"Jordan," was all I could get out.
Jordan walked toward me, scooped me up in his arms and held me close to his chest. He squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe but I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Dear God, Cheyenne. I was out of my mind with worry. Are you OK?" He held me away from his body to look at me. A wobbly smile settled on my lips.
"I'm good. I'm great, now that you're here." Then suddenly I was angry.
"What took you so long?"
"I'll tell you one day, soon, but not now. Now, I just want to hold you and take you home if I can." Jordan held me close again.
"I think that's the best thing you can do for her right now," came a voice from the door. Jordan looked over his shoulder and saw Dr. McCarthy standing by the foot of the bed. She looked at us and smiled.
"Cheyenne is fine, Jordan. So is your baby. Take them both home. Cheyenne I want you to get plenty of rest. Come back in two weeks time so I can look you over to see if you're clear to go back to work." Dr. McCarthy handed Jordan my release forms.
"Remember, take things easy. No stress and plenty of rest." She left and Jordan and I looked at one other.
"Let's go home," was all he said.
When we got home, Jordan immediately put me to bed. I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted Jordan to hold me and tell me nothing will ever take me from him again. I wanted him to tell me he loves me. I wanted to feel his skin next to mine.
Jordan seemed to read my mind. I knew he was on his way out the door but suddenly he turned around and walked back to the bed. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.
"Maybe this is not the perfect time, but I love you." Jordan sat down on the edge of the bed and I flew into his arms.
"Oh God Jordan. I love you too, so very much. I'm so sorry," I whispered into his neck. Jordan pulled slightly away from my words.
"Why are you sorry? It's not you that did anything wrong."
"That's just it. I invited her into our house, our home. I put my life and our baby's life in her hands. I never . . ." I finally broke down and cried for the first time since I was taken.
Jordan just held me. My rock. My big strong husband that never blamed me for anything. I cried every single tear I wanted to since Natalie took me.
I heard Jordan's voice through my heartache and anguish. I heard him through my tears.
"Do you want to talk about it?" His words calmed to the point where I didn't need tears anymore. I needed understanding and I needed to get rid of the poison running through my veins.
"I woke up from knocking on the front door. At first I didn't know it was knocking, because no one knocks. I couldn't understand why they didn't ring the bell. I got out of bed and walked to the door. I didn't even think to wake you. I thought maybe it was one of the girls." I took a deep breath and continued.
"When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise. I had a gun pointing at me. I didn't know why. All I do remember is how completely and utterly terrified I was. I opened my mouth to call for you and suddenly there he was. In my face, this big guy was holding a gun on me. The smaller guy handed me paper and a pen and told me to start writing. Even quoting so I couldn't tell you how I felt or that I needed your help."
I suddenly couldn't stand being so far away from Jordan and reached out to him. Jordan bodily picked me up and held me in his lap against his chest.
"I wrote that note on auto pilot. I didn't even know I used the capitals in the wrong place until I finished it. I guess my training paid off after all." I snuggled my nose into Jordan's chest.
"When I finished writing he, I mean she, fuck, wait. Let me explain this first. I thought the smaller guy, Natalie, was a guy. I only found out the next day that she really was a woman. Anyway, Natalie grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the door. That's when she hit me. It all kicked in then. That she was taking me God knows where." A shiver ran down my spine thinking of those few moments while I was being taken out the building.
"I started begging and pleading for her to let me go, but she actually laughed at me. I considered telling her about the baby, so she would let me go, but I knew that it would give her an advantage over me. I never saw it coming. The drug, I mean. She just plunged it into my neck and after that I don't really remember much." I started crying again. Jordan rubbed soothing circles on my back.
"It's OK baby. It's OK. You're fine now. I've got you." I heard the emotion in Jordan's voice and I knew this was hard for him to hear, but I pressed on.
"When I came to, I was in this apartment I've never seen before. Everything hurt. I was out of my mind with worry for the baby. I didn't care about myself at that moment. I went to the door and started banging away, screaming at the top of my lungs to be let out. Within about three seconds the door was flung open and there she was." I took another breath.
"Jordan, I had never seen so much hatred in one person. She was crazy. She said I stole you from her. She said I was going to pay for telling lies about her. It was then that I recognized her. I knew it was Natalie and that she blamed me for you guys breaking up. I tried to reason with her. I tried to tell her that I didn't even know you when you were together, but she wouldn't listen. She called to the big guy again. I don't even know what his name is. He came into the room with a syringe again and after a struggle managed to inject me again.
The effects were instant. Everything went dark, but I kept hearing her voice. It was like a prayer to her. She kept repeating it over and over. Every time they came to inject me she repeated it over and over. "He's mine, Jordan's mine. You'll never have him again." I clung to Jordan, never wanting to let him go.
"I don't know when it happened and I'm ashamed to say it, but as time went by I started believing her. You never came for me. I thought I'd lost you."
That's when I broke down. I cried and I felt like my insides where being ripped out. I felt Jordan's body shake and I realized he was crying to. We just held each other until finally there were no more tears left in either of us.
"I don't remember anything else. My first coherent thought after that day was when Heath Hunt found me. I then only knew that I was going to be OK. When Dr. Simms told me both the baby and I was going to be fine I almost died of happiness. I don't think I would have been able to live with myself if I'd lost the baby."
"Don't Cheyenne. Don't do this to yourself. You're here and you're safe and you and the baby are both fine. Let's not worry about anything else OK. Natalie will never hurt you again." Jordan said the words with such conviction that I really wanted to believe him but I knew that Detective Hunt never found Natalie.
"How do you know, Jordan?"
"She's dead, baby. She came after me at the office and I shot her," Jordan whispered. I never thought I'd be happy at anyone's death, but I was ecstatic.
"Thank you, Jordan."
"I can't say it was a pleasure baby, but I know exactly what you mean."
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