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. I can't believe it over a 100 reviews thank you everyone A/N

The years went by and, as Andy grew older, more toys came into the room and others left; like the three plush ducklings. Andy was five when he gave them to Emily for the garage sale. Jessie had been heart broken about it and Woody had felt bad about it as well due to the fact that he had grown to like them a lot.

"My critters Woody," Jessie said mournfully. "Andy gave away my critters."

Woody wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her temple.

"I'm sorry Jess; I wish I could have saved them."

There were two things that didn't change: Woody and Jessie still had feelings for each other and they still hadn't told each other how they felt. They had tried to tell the other how they felt; but, with all the other toys, they were always interrupted before either could even hint about how they felt. Nevertheless, they often innocently flirted with one another and they also had more near kisses too.

Andy was six an a half now and had quite a number of toys and board games, but this only made it hard for Jessie and Woody to have any time alone.

Emily was sick again; she could barely keep anything down. But, this time, Jessie wasn't worried.

"Woody," She began when they had a moment alone. "Have you noticed how sick Emily's been?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure she'll be okay," He said thinking Jessie needed comforting.

"I know she will, but Emily hasn't been this sick since we lived in the apartment."

Suddenly Woody caught on to what Jessie was saying.

"You mean that you think she's…"

"Yep," Jessie said, smiling.

"Is that even possible?"

"Oh Woody, even you must know they can have more than one!"

"Of course I know that! I just meant after all this time."

"I don't think she's reached the age limit yet."

"There's an age limit?"

"Of course there is! They reach a certain age where they can and they reach an age where they can't."

"Can't what?" Asked Rex, Andy had gotten the dinosaur for his sixth birthday.

Woody and Jessie looked at Rex and then at each other before looking back at Rex.

"Nothing Rex," Woody told him, not wanting to get the other toys hopes up or panic them with the possibility of a new baby.

"Yeah, it's nothing," Jessie agreed.

"You two were talking about me, weren't you?" Rex asked worriedly.

"No!" Jessie quickly said.

"Rex, trust me, what we were talking about has nothing to do with you," Woody told him.

A few weeks later, Andy's parents came into his room.

"Andy, honey, your father and I have something to tell you."

"What?" Andy asked.

"We're having a baby," Emily said, smiling.

"You mean I'm going to be a big brother?" Andy asked excitedly.

"Uh huh," Said his father.

"Cool!"

Later that night, when Andy was eating dinner downstairs, the toys all gathered around to talk about the news.

"I was right!" Jessie exclaimed, jumping on Woody's back with excitement.

"They're having another kid! This is great!" Said Woody, spinning around.

"Great, like we just need a baby," Hamm commented, not sounding happy.

"What's wrong with you?" Jessie asked, as she adjusted herself so that she was sitting piggy back.

"I'm just not looking forward to midnight feedings and diaper changes."

"It's not like you have to do them," Woody said, adjusting his arms so he could hold up Jessie better.

"What if the new baby gets better toys than us?" Asked Rex.

"The baby won't get better toys than us," Woody told them.

"Sir! Any order about the new baby?" Asked Serge.

"It's a bit early for that," Woody told them. "Just for now, we'll do what we always do; be there for Andy."

And the months went by and the toys began to notice Emily's stomach getting bigger and bigger. Woody and the other toys, minus Jessie and the toddle tots, were sitting on the floor. Woody was trying to explain where babies come from.

"Wait, you're telling us that the baby is in Andy's mom's stomach?" Mr. Potato Head asked, not believing Woody.

"I know it's hard to believe," Woody began. "Jessie didn't believe it either when I told her; in fact, she thought that Emily had eaten Andy," Woody continued, laughing. "Yeah she-" He began before seeing the looks on the other toys faces. "She's right behind me, isn't she?"

"Yeah and she looks angry," Said Rex.

Woody turned his head and looked up at Jessie. Her arms were crossed and she was scowling.

"Jessie!" Woody said . "I was just talking about you!"

"I thought Emily ate Andy?" She asked angrily.

"Uh," Woody murmured.

"As I recall, you were the one who thought Emily ate Andy! And you also thought…"

"Why don't we finish the conversation somewhere else?" Woody suggested, jumping up, grabbing her hand and dragging her away. "Now Jess," Woody began. "I can explain," Woody said one they were out of earshot of the other toys.

"Look Woody, I can understand you not wanting to look like an idiot in front of the others, but why do you have to make me sound like one?" She asked him angrily.

"I…" Woody began. "I guess I just wanted the others to think I was an expert. I'm sorry."

Jessie still looked angry.

'Ok,' Woody thought. 'Time to bring out the big guns.'

"Have I ever told you you're beautiful when you're angry?" He asked her.

Jessie leaned close to him and said: "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Well," Woody began, slowly taking her hands in his. "What if I try something else?" He asked, leaning his face closer to hers.

"And just what would that be?" Jessie asked softly as she tilted her head slightly.

"That would be-" Woody began, about to kiss her when Hamm yelled:

"Andy's coming back!"

Woody and Jessie quickly moved away from each other and ran to the spots where Andy had left them.

A few days later, Andy was in his room playing when his father poked his head in.

"Andy did you do your homework?"

"Some of it," Andy admitted.

"Some of it?"

"I'm just taking a little break. Daddy, how did the baby get in Mommy's tummy?"

"Uh, why don't we go down stairs and talk with Mommy about it?"

"Okay," Andy said, getting up off the floor and taking Woody with him.

'Finally I'm going to learn how Andy and the new baby got in Emily's stomach.'

…

Now Woody knew why Jessie didn't want to tell him. Good thing toys didn't blush or Woody's whole face would have turned red.

"Woody! Woody! Woody!" Rex called when the toys were alone again. "Did you find out how the baby got in…?"

"Yes Rex, I found out."

"And?"

"And it's not important how it got in there."

Emily was going to have a baby girl. The toys couldn't understand how she knew before having the baby, but Jessie was excited.

Since it was a two bed roomed house, Andy was going to have to share his room with his soon to be born baby sister. Then the day of the baby shower came and Woody and Jessie assured the other toys that they wouldn't be replaced.

Andy and his father were setting up the baby's side of the room.

"Careful with that lamp, Andy, the figurines are removable," His father told him.

"Can I play with them?"

"You want to play with them? Why?"

"Well, Bo Peep would make a great victim for One Eyed Bart! He could steal her sheep and kidnap her and Woody and Jessie could save her!"

"Well, all right. But remember they're not toys, so be very careful not to break them."

"Okay Daddy, I will!"

"Now come on, it's time for dinner."

As soon as they left, Bo Peep and her sheep came to life and looked around the room before she saw Woody making his way towards her. She had never seen anyone so handsome. It was love at first sight for her.

"Hi there, I'm Little Bo Peep and these are my sheep," She said seductively.

"Howdy I'm Woody. Welcome to Andy's room."

"So Woody," Bo began. "Care to show me around?" She asked him, batting her eyelashes.

"Uh…sure," He said, feeling slightly uneasy.

When Jessie saw Woody and Bo together and the way Bo was holding Woody's arm and the way he was talking to her, Jessie felt something that she had never felt before; jealousy. She marched up behind them, not quite what she was going to do when she saw Bo's sheep.

"Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! A three headed critter!" She cried out in surprise.

Woody whirled around, yanking Bo with him.

"Jessie! There you are!" Woody said, feeling guilty, but not knowing why.

"It is not a three headed critter as you called it," Bo told her, feeling like her sheep had been insulted. "They are three sheep that are stuck together."

"Oh," Jessie said. "Sorry."

"Jessie, this is Bo Peep."

"Howdy," Jessie said.

"Bo, this is my friend, Jessie.

"Hello."

"I was just about to show Bo around the room."

"Oh? How nice of you. I'll help you," Jessie said evenly.

"Great!" Woody said as his arm automatically wrapped itself around Jessie's waist.

Bo wasn't sure what to think. Woody hadn't introduced Jessie as anything more than a friend, but she could sense that there seemed to be something between them. Before she did anything, Bo needed to have a talk with Jessie and find out whether or not Woody was taken.

A/N Ok I'm sure a lot of you are disappointed that Bo only appeared in the very end of this chapter, but if I put her in any earlier the chapter would have been too rushed. Any way I did give you some nice Jessie/Woody fluff. A/N