"Stormi, we need to pack, not redecorate," Jordan teased, joining her on the floor and helping her sort through the items.
Stormi giggled, throwing her arms around her mother's neck. "I just want to bring everything, Mama!"
Jordan laughed, hugging her daughter back. "I know, sweetheart, but we have to be practical. Let's pick your favorite things, okay?"
As they packed, the sound of their laughter filled the room, bringing a sense of normalcy and joy. Despite the underlying tension, moments like these reminded Jordan of what truly mattered – the love they shared as a family.
Once they were packed, they headed back downstairs, where Kylie was cradling baby Aire and humming softly. Jordan's heart ached at the sight, longing for the closeness they once had.
"All packed?" Kylie asked, looking up at Jordan with a forced smile.
"Yeah, we're ready," Jordan replied, trying to keep her tone upbeat.
Stormi ran over to Kylie, hugging her tightly. "Mummy, can you and mama put on a show for us?"
Kylie exchanged a glance with Jordan, and they both nodded. "Of course, sweetheart," Kylie said, standing up and adjusting Aire in her arms.
Jordan joined Kylie in the living room, and they began to put on a playful show for Stormi and Aire. They danced and sang, making silly faces and pretending to be various characters. Stormi laughed and clapped, her joy infectious.
Jordan and Kylie stole quick kisses between their performances, trying to maintain the illusion of happiness for their children. Each kiss felt bittersweet to Jordan, knowing it was part of the act and that her wife wasn't truly happy.
As the show came to an end, Stormi cheered and hugged both her mothers. "That was the best show ever!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, princess," Jordan said, her smile genuine despite the ache in her heart.
Kylie handed Aire to Jordan, her expression softening. "I'll finish packing our things," she said quietly, giving Jordan's hand a brief squeeze before heading upstairs.
Jordan held Aire close, watching Kylie disappear up the stairs. She knew this trip was a chance to heal, to reconnect, and to find their way back to each other. It wouldn't be easy, but for the sake of their family, she was willing to try.
As Stormi and Aire played together, Jordan walked up the stairs, heading to hers and Kylie's room. Once a sanctuary of love and intimacy, this room now held Jordan's tears of loneliness and despair. She hesitated at the door, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.
"Kylie," Jordan began, her voice trembling as she saw her wife packing for their trip to Aruba.
"What is it, Jordan? Wasn't that play good enough for you?" Kylie's words were laced with venom, each one cutting deeper than the last. Jordan felt a pang of fear. "Look, my sisters don't like you, my mum doesn't like you, Jordan, and I don't blame them because you are just... Travis is coming on this family trip with some of his friends and my friends."
Jordan looked at her wife, feeling broken. Kylie was bringing her lover on what was supposed to be an intimate family trip. This trip was meant to celebrate Kylie's birthday and their proposal anniversary, a time for the Kardashian family, Kylie's friends, the children, and Jordan to spend the entire week together.
"Ky—" Jordan tried to speak, but Kylie cut her off.
"No, Jordan, you have no say in this," Kylie spat, her eyes filled with hatred. "You would have if my family wasn't paying for this trip and you were. But you can't pay for anything because you don't have anything."