Disclaimer: I don't own the Crossing Jordan characters. I own Marco's and
Marco, though. I created them.
Jordan and Woody drove across town to Marco's. When they got there, Marco himself was standing outside the door, sweeping the steps.
"Marco? Is that you?" Jordan asked, smiling.
"Jordan?! Jordan Cavanaugh! My favorite girl! How long has it been?" Marco asked, surprising Woody, as he had no Italian accent whatsoever.
"Marco! Ten years, at least! Until my boyfriend, here, found this place, I didn't know it was still open!"
"Well, you two have an awesome time. Jordan, make sure you come by here more often. Wait," Marco said as Jordan and Woody entered. "I'll get you your special seat."
"That would be awesome, Marco. Thanks!" Jordan said, with great excitement.
Woody looked confused and a little worried. "What's this 'special seat' all about?"
"Oh. It's the seat that Dad chose every time we came here. There are lots of memories there." Jordan paused and took a breath. She spoke slower, now, and there was pain in her voice. "Memories with Dad, ...and Mom."
Woody put his arm around Jordan's shoulders and hugged her close. He kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, you know, Jordan."
She gave up a weak smile and said, "I love you, too, Farm Boy."
Woody flashed his award-winning smile and knew what she said was true.
Hand in hand, the couple entered the restaurant.
An hour or so later, Jordan and Woody had finished their delicious dinners and were talking and laughing about things that had happened at work that day. After a few more glasses of champagne, Woody paid the bill, and they left.
Once in the car, Jordan asked Woody, "So. Your place or mine?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"I like the thought of waking up in a different place tomorrow just fine." She said with her well known smile.
"Sounds great." He grinned back at her.
At Woody's apartment, the happy couple sat on the sofa watching a movie. Woody sat lounging in the corner of the sofa. Jordan lay with her head on Woody's lap, her face towards the television. Woody wasn't watching the movie, though. He was smiling down at Jordan, stroking her long, dark brown hair. He really loved her. Every time he really looked at her, all that he saw was what happened in her life.
First, her mother was murdered when she was ten. Then she was living with all of these secrets that were kept from her all of those years. Then when she thought she might actually be getting a big break on the mystery of her past, she was lied to once again and found nothing. Woody always remembered all the times he had literally saved her life. If she had died, he never would've gotten over it.
That was why tonight was the night. It was exactly three years ago today that they met.
When the movie was over, Woody gathered up all of his courage and decided it was the right time.
"Jordan," he paused. "We've been going out for a while, now. We have known each other for exactly three years to date. We have an awesome relationship. I love you, Jordan. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to marry me. Will you?" he let out a breath. Now all he had to do was wait for her answer. Jordan looked stunned. She didn't know what to say.
Woody said, "If you aren't ready, than that's okay. I don't want to push you into anything you aren't ready for."
Jordan knew she loved Woody, but so far the relationship was just dating. When any of the relationships that she had been in before got anywhere near this point, she ran. This time was different, though.
Out of nowhere, Jordan let a grin creep across her face, and she said, "Yes. Of course! Yes!"
She wrapped her arms around Woody's neck, and he picked her up and they spun in a circle. Then the newly engaged couple shared a passionate kiss. This was the best night of both Jordan and Woody's lives.
Jordan and Woody drove across town to Marco's. When they got there, Marco himself was standing outside the door, sweeping the steps.
"Marco? Is that you?" Jordan asked, smiling.
"Jordan?! Jordan Cavanaugh! My favorite girl! How long has it been?" Marco asked, surprising Woody, as he had no Italian accent whatsoever.
"Marco! Ten years, at least! Until my boyfriend, here, found this place, I didn't know it was still open!"
"Well, you two have an awesome time. Jordan, make sure you come by here more often. Wait," Marco said as Jordan and Woody entered. "I'll get you your special seat."
"That would be awesome, Marco. Thanks!" Jordan said, with great excitement.
Woody looked confused and a little worried. "What's this 'special seat' all about?"
"Oh. It's the seat that Dad chose every time we came here. There are lots of memories there." Jordan paused and took a breath. She spoke slower, now, and there was pain in her voice. "Memories with Dad, ...and Mom."
Woody put his arm around Jordan's shoulders and hugged her close. He kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, you know, Jordan."
She gave up a weak smile and said, "I love you, too, Farm Boy."
Woody flashed his award-winning smile and knew what she said was true.
Hand in hand, the couple entered the restaurant.
An hour or so later, Jordan and Woody had finished their delicious dinners and were talking and laughing about things that had happened at work that day. After a few more glasses of champagne, Woody paid the bill, and they left.
Once in the car, Jordan asked Woody, "So. Your place or mine?"
"Whatever you want to do."
"I like the thought of waking up in a different place tomorrow just fine." She said with her well known smile.
"Sounds great." He grinned back at her.
At Woody's apartment, the happy couple sat on the sofa watching a movie. Woody sat lounging in the corner of the sofa. Jordan lay with her head on Woody's lap, her face towards the television. Woody wasn't watching the movie, though. He was smiling down at Jordan, stroking her long, dark brown hair. He really loved her. Every time he really looked at her, all that he saw was what happened in her life.
First, her mother was murdered when she was ten. Then she was living with all of these secrets that were kept from her all of those years. Then when she thought she might actually be getting a big break on the mystery of her past, she was lied to once again and found nothing. Woody always remembered all the times he had literally saved her life. If she had died, he never would've gotten over it.
That was why tonight was the night. It was exactly three years ago today that they met.
When the movie was over, Woody gathered up all of his courage and decided it was the right time.
"Jordan," he paused. "We've been going out for a while, now. We have known each other for exactly three years to date. We have an awesome relationship. I love you, Jordan. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to marry me. Will you?" he let out a breath. Now all he had to do was wait for her answer. Jordan looked stunned. She didn't know what to say.
Woody said, "If you aren't ready, than that's okay. I don't want to push you into anything you aren't ready for."
Jordan knew she loved Woody, but so far the relationship was just dating. When any of the relationships that she had been in before got anywhere near this point, she ran. This time was different, though.
Out of nowhere, Jordan let a grin creep across her face, and she said, "Yes. Of course! Yes!"
She wrapped her arms around Woody's neck, and he picked her up and they spun in a circle. Then the newly engaged couple shared a passionate kiss. This was the best night of both Jordan and Woody's lives.