Complicated
"I've been married twice before, and I'm a recovering cocaine addict," Tell me something I don't know, thought Jordan.
"And I know that's no woman's dream of a man," What? "Or of a father," This cannot be happening.
"Nonetheless, I believe I'm falling in love with you." How is this possible? Wait! Falling in love!
"If you want to run, I understand, but you better get a head start 'cause I'm coming for you, Jordan." Run. That sounded like a good idea to Jordan's shocked mind.
"You should go ahead and chew that sandwich." That sounded like an even better idea. She stood there, chewed her sandwich, and let her mind thaw.
Her first coherent thought was that this could work. Danny was a nice guy despite some rather large flaws.
Her second thought was that she was going to kill him. She had plenty of reasons too. That he had chosen to make his little announcement outside the room where Wilson White was sitting for one!
Her third thought was that she would not kill him, as that would just cause even more trouble. Studio 60 would fall apart and there would most certainly be some inconvenient murder charges. Besides, she liked Danny.
Her fourth thought was that, no, she would not kill Danny because that would be too painless. He had just made her life ten times more complicated and therefore ten times more painful.
Her fifth thought was that life just wasn't fair.
She finally noticed that the music had stopped.
She pulled out her cell, dialed a number and waited while it rang.
"Yeah," answered the voice on the other end.
"Meet me in your office in five minutes," she didn't give him time to say anything.
Jordan stormed into Danny's office and sat down in his chair. She didn't have to wait long. He walked in looking happy and humming "O Holy Night". His face fell when he saw her glare.
"What on earth possessed you to do that?" demanded Jordan icily.
"The Christmas spirit?" he suggests.
"This is not a joke Danny," she thinks she probably sounds angrier than she really is because she never looses her cool. "It's my life, and the life of my baby."
"I know that Jordan," he sounds perfectly calm to her. "That's the point isn't it? I want to be part of that."
Jordan doesn't say anything; she doesn't know what to say.
"Go home Jordan," he still sounds unbelievably calm. "You'll think better after you've had some sleep."
He walks around the desk and pulls her up by the hand. He doesn't let go as he walks her all the way across the street to her office. "What do you need to take with you?" How can he be so calm?
Jordan walks to her desk and picks up a pile of folders, then points to another. "You take those."
He lifts the pile into one arm and then grabs her hand again. She is beginning to find that a little unnerving. It's kind of sweet.
No she decides it is not sweet, it can't be, because that would make things to difficult to handle.
Then they reach her car and he helps her pile the papers in the back and then opens the driver's door for her.
"Goodnight Jordan," he says quietly. "Merry Christmas."
Then he leans over and kisses the top of her head.
She sits there for a minute after he's gone and decides that it's most definitely sweet. And, though she won't admit it to anyone, least of all him, she could get used to it.