Toys and Dolls.
I don't own Toy Story or any of its characters. I do however own all and any original characters.
A/N Thanks everyone who reviewed, faved, and put this story on alert. It really means a lot to me. A/N
It was now one day after Emily found out that she was going to have a baby. She had told her husband and the two had acted in almost the same way that Jessie and Woody had.
Woody couldn't sleep; so many questions ran through his mind over the baby and he had the feeling that Jessie could answer them. Although the last question he had asked her had caused her to hit him with her hat, he still had to ask her them.
"Jessie," He whispered as he shook her shoulder to wake her up.
"Huh? What?" She asked, half asleep.
"How does it eat?" He asked her.
"How does what eat?" She groggily asked him back.
"The baby. If it's in Emily's stomach, how does it eat?"
"You woke me up to ask me that?" She asked angrily.
"Yes," He answered a little meekly.
"I don't know. Now go back to sleep."
"I thought you knew about these things."
"I don't know everything."
"But how does it breathe, drink, and sleep? Is it lonely?" He asked, almost panicked.
"Woody," Jessie said, placing her hands on either side of his face. "I don't have all the answers, but people were having babies since before you and I were even made and it seemed to work fine for them," She began before tilting his hat with one of her hands and kissing him on the forehead "Now quit worrying and go back to sleep." She turned away from him slightly and tilted her hat forward before closing her eyes. Her last thought before going back to sleep was:
'I should have told him the baby was growing in a cabbage patch.'
Woody's mouth slowly began to fall open. Jessie had kissed him! Yes it was small kiss on his forehead and it only last for a few seconds, but she had kissed him! Jessie, his friend who was a girl he had more then friendly feelings for - feelings he was fighting against - had kissed him! He officially lost the battle as a goofy grin spread across his face. Jessie had kissed him!
Woody didn't tell Jessie how he felt, even though he had stopped fighting against his feelings for her; the time just wasn't right and he was still afraid that she wouldn't feel the same way. He acted in the same way he always acted around her - never letting on how he really felt.
The months went by and Emily's stomach began to grow and grow. Both Woody and Jessie were fascinated by it. They were even more overjoyed to hear their owners talk about looking for a house to buy.
"A house," Woody said when their owners went out house hunting. "With a backyard!"
"And maybe even a swing set," Added Jessie, remembering the good times she had with Emily on a tire swing.
"I can't wait 'til the baby's born," Woody said wistfully. "And being its favorite toy."
"What makes you think you'll be the favorite toy?" Jessie asked him with a slightly angered tone within her voice.
"Of course I'll be the favorite toy," Woody told her offhandedly. "I'm a cowboy and a Sheriff, and I talk. What more could a kid want?"
Jessie put her hands on her hips. "A talking cowgirl doll," She told him point-blankly.
'Uh oh,' Woody thought. 'I need to fix this.'
"Jess," Woody began, placing both hands on her shoulders. "I'm not saying the baby won't love you. I'm just saying that the baby will love me more. I'm sure you'll be the second favorite toy," He said, digging a deeper hole for himself.
"You vain, arrogant rag doll!" Jessie yelled, angrily pushing his hands away from her. "Being a favorite toy takes a lot more than just being a cowboy Sheriff that says stupid catchphrases!"
Now, Woody could take being called a vain, arrogant rag doll (after all, Jessie was upset), but calling his catchphrases stupid was something else entirely.
"They are not!" He told her, his hands now on his hips.
"Yes they are!"
"Say one!"
"There's a snake in my boot."
"How is that stupid?"
"Have you listened to it?"
"Well, how about your catchphrases? Hmm?"
"What about them?"
"There's the yodeling. Who's ever heard of a yodeling cowgirl?"
"It's better than a Sheriff who says he's going sing before joining a posses! And you don't even sing!"
"Well, singing before joining posses worked well for Roy Rogers and Gene Autry!" Woody retorted back. "What's the deal with critters? It's like every other catchphrase of yours is about critters!"
"I only have two catchphrases about critters! Needle nose!"
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm still going to be the favorite toy...button nose!"
"You can't even come up with a good insult!"
"I just don't want to waste my breath!"
"You don't breath!"
"Neither do you!"
They spent a few minutes just staring each other down. Even though Woody was angry, he couldn't helping thinking:
'Why does she have to look so beautiful when she's angry? It makes it so hard to stay focused!'
'He's so arrogant!' Jessie thought. 'Why does he have to act like this just when I was beginning to feel…' Jessie didn't finish the thought. She had startled herself by even beginning to think something like that. Without a word said, she quickly turned away from Woody so fast that her braid hit him in the face.
'If she's not hitting with her hat she's hitting me with her hair,' Woody thought as Jessie walked away from him.
A/N So Woody and Jessie have had their first big fight. Though I'm afraid the fight came out a little weak. Another one of my ideas was Jessie being angry at Woody and calling him needle nose and Woody not being able to think of a good come back calls her button nose. A/N