Post by Curse Jordan on Jul 29, 2009 9:07:52 GMT -5
Standing in the nursery putting the finishing touchs on the layer of paint he wanted to finish before leaving in the morning, Curse Jordan placed his brush in the waiting pan and put his hands on his hips. A deep sigh escaped him as he stared at the wall and then stepped away. His shoulders were steeped in worry and a tense expression was pasted on his features.
He hated the fact he was having to leave his pregnant wife to go tramping half way around the world to rescue some idiots who'd gotten caught in a crossfire but he couldn't very well say no. He owed his former commander and squad at least this much and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he turned his back when they needed him. His loyalty had never been this torn before and it was killing him to see the hurt and worry on JO's face.
Giving another sigh, the handsome hunter glanced at the finished nursery room walls and ran a hand through his hair. Occupying himself in here had at least given him something to do with his hand while he tried to get himself into a mental mind set. The fact that he was going into a war torn country told him he needed to have his wits about him and not scattered to the winds like they were at the current moment. Once over there, he couldn't afford to worry about his wife and babies. He'd need to have his head on straight and focused only on the coming mission.
For that fact alone, he'd sought out the witch across the pond and had a serious discussion with both her and his new friend, Max. They had both agreed readily to keep an eye on his wife for him and do whatever needed to be done in his absence. While this made him feel better, it didn't take the burden of worry off his shoulders. Instead, it just lightened it a bit.
Turning back towards the doorway, he put the lid on the paint and then tapped it down with a hammer. Going through the motions seemed to sooth him even while his thoughts were in a bind.
He hated the fact he was having to leave his pregnant wife to go tramping half way around the world to rescue some idiots who'd gotten caught in a crossfire but he couldn't very well say no. He owed his former commander and squad at least this much and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he turned his back when they needed him. His loyalty had never been this torn before and it was killing him to see the hurt and worry on JO's face.
Giving another sigh, the handsome hunter glanced at the finished nursery room walls and ran a hand through his hair. Occupying himself in here had at least given him something to do with his hand while he tried to get himself into a mental mind set. The fact that he was going into a war torn country told him he needed to have his wits about him and not scattered to the winds like they were at the current moment. Once over there, he couldn't afford to worry about his wife and babies. He'd need to have his head on straight and focused only on the coming mission.
For that fact alone, he'd sought out the witch across the pond and had a serious discussion with both her and his new friend, Max. They had both agreed readily to keep an eye on his wife for him and do whatever needed to be done in his absence. While this made him feel better, it didn't take the burden of worry off his shoulders. Instead, it just lightened it a bit.
Turning back towards the doorway, he put the lid on the paint and then tapped it down with a hammer. Going through the motions seemed to sooth him even while his thoughts were in a bind.