A/N: Sorry this is so late! I was having some plot issues. Anyway, I still own nothing as usual. Enjoy!

Woody ran up the steps to her room as fast as he could. There was no way he was going to miss this- the first look he'd have at his child. He made it just in time, the technician was just beginning to roll in the ultrasound cart.

He ran in the doorway, running over to hold Jordan's hand. Still red-faced and breathless from running, he watched as his child came up on the screen.

"Ohh…" Jordan said in awe, while her eyes watered slightly. Her eyes fixed at the small body on the screen. "Looks good, mom." Said the tech, rolling away the cart leaving them to be alone again.

"How are you feeling, Jor?" he asked intently, looking into those deep honey colored eyes. "Good, just tired." She replied, scratching her face. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling good?"

"I was scared…" she answered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Scared?" She nodded "I thought the meningioma had come back. Terrified. What if-What if it comes back? What if-"

"Then we'll deal with. I'm here for better or for worse. Just promise me you won't run away again." She nodded, noting that he seemed to be acting a bit strange. Something was definitely up.

"I had intended to do this elsewhere, but I couldn't wait." He said, grabbing her hand again. "I love you Jordan and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a black box. He got down on one knee.

"Jordan, will you marry me?" he asked, pulling open the box. "Oh my god, Woody. It's beautiful!"

"Is that a yes?" he asked, giving one of his signature dimpled smile. "Yes, of course!" she yelled, pulling him close. He reached for her hand, slipping the ring on her finger.

Maybe this was it, maybe they could live happily ever after all. His face glowed with all the excitement. He was going to be a husband and a dad. After years of dancing around each other, they'd finally danced with each other again.

No more running, no more hiding. Through thick and thin. A love that could not be broken.

A/N: Sorry this is short. Should I continue or stop here? I'm not sure myself.