Chapter Eighteen.

Jordan's P . O . V

"Mum... What are you doing here?" I questioned still in shock of finding my mother standing before me and squeezing me in suffocating hugs every now and then.

"What am I doing in my house or what am I doing in your room that Is still in my house. Which is it?" She questioned jokingly as she focused on tucking loose strands of my hair behind my ears.

"You know what I mean Mom. We weren't expecting you back now. Not until next week" I explained and she drew in a deep breath like she does when she's about to get busy explaining things.

"Well, your Mother was too worried about you both amongst other fears of having the house burnt down to its last brick so she requested we return home as soon as possible and so we decided to hop on the very next flight back home." Fred explained on her behalf and I immediately peeled my eyes off mom and rested it on him who had just appeared up the stairs with Ralph following very closely behind.

Wow. everyone was present here now.

Firs