His father!

Jordan jerked awake as he felt the moving truck stop, yawning as he sat up. He looked over and saw the face of his father, an older man in his 30s with a strong face, chiseled jaw, and shared Jordan's dirty golden hair and ice chip blue eyes. Looking over to the teen with a smirk, Hank tugged off his seat belt, "Welcome home Kiddo, well, new home...we still got to unpack." Popping the locks, Hank hopped out of the driver's cab, and soon the two of them were unloading the boxes and moving them into the modest sized house.

It was small, just a two bedroom, but to Jordan it was the best thing in the world. Not only did the bathroom have a changing table installed, but the floor was also padded, making it feel like walking around on a bed, perfect for crawling around on, and one of the main selling points (at least for Jordan) was the inclusion of some furniture from the last owners.

Unable to contain his excitement, Jordan put down the last of the boxes and dashed to the bedroom that would be his. It was painted a soft yellow with white trim. In one corner was a large crib, big enough to have a twin mattress in it. In the other was a plush looking rocking chair. Already planning all the things he was going to put into his new room, the teen was taken out of his daydreaming when he was called back to the living room by his father.