Jordan bumbled her way through the rest of the day. Every time she thought she had a grip on reality, Woody's comments about a baby would come back to haunt her. She stared at herself in the full length mirror of her apartment as she was getting ready to meet him for dinner.

She couldn't imagine herself pregnant. She reached across to her bed and grabbed a throw pillow and stuffed it up under her shirt. Okay, that helped her imagination a little. But a baby? She whistled at the responsibility. As much as she now wanted children, specifically hers and Woody's children, she knew now wasn't the time. And deep down inside, she knew Woody realized it, too. Suddenly she didn't want to go out. She wanted Woody to come over and for them to order Chinese in tonight.

She heard a knock and knew it was Woody. Removing the pillow from under her shirt, she answered the door.

"Hey," he said, entering the apartment and removing his coat. "How was your day?"

"Good. Elizabeth and I went to the library. She did her outline and will write the report this weekend and I'll look over it next week."

"Sounds like a plan." He grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. "So......did you think about what we talked about this morning?"

"All day long," she answered as he plopped her and himself down on her couch.

"And?"

Jordan took his hands in hers. "I love the idea Woody. I want us to have a child – or children – together. Nothing would make me happier," she softly smiled at the thought. Woody caught her expression.

"But?" he prompted.

"But you and I both know that now is not the best time. You've only been a detective a couple of years and I'm still paying off student loans from med school. And as old-fashioned as it may sound, I don't want to work full-time while the baby is small. I'd like to work part time. And while I know Garrett will arrange that when the time comes, we couldn't afford to do that now."

She looked at Woody apprehensively. He was smiling down at her, dimples showing full force. "You're not upset?" she asked.

"No, no, sweetheart. I'm not upset." He pulled her into his arms. "I'm happy."

"Happy?"

"Yeah...you just said you wanted us to have kids. Together. You love me. I love you. We'll have a family when the time is right."

Jordan sighed with relief. He had looked so serious this morning, she thought he was ready to start their family tonight.

"You know, there's just one more thing that would make my life complete," he continued.

"What's that....we need to have your life complete, Woody."

"If you'd wear this." And from his pocket, he pulled a diamond solitaire.

"Woody....I don't know what to say..."

"Well, if we're eventually going to have kids together, I think the right reply is yes."

Jordan laughed as they looked deep into each other's eyes. If her glass was half empty or half full, she'd go with the half full one.

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It had been a short four years in Woody's estimation. A very short four years. He smiled when he thought back over them. After months of hemming around, Lily and Bug had finally started dating. He imagined Bug was preparing himself to pop the question any day now. Ray's oldest daughter, Elizabeth, was now fourteen and preparing to take drivers ed. He shook his head. He was glad it was Ray and not him. Ray had begun seeing Annie Capri. The two had hit it off well. Things looked promising in that direction.

His smile widened as he watched his wife finish the autopsy she was working on for Eddie. Since they had been married, they rarely worked together as both the medical examiner's office and the Boston PD looked on it as a possible conflict of interest. Jordan answered the calls for Eddie and Ray. Nigel usually showed up for Woody. Nigel often teased Woody that while he wasn't as pretty as "the little lady," he still could do her job just as well.

They had been married for four years. Time had flown. Jordan had insisted on a simple wedding ceremony with a huge reception/party at the Pogue. She had looked beautiful in her white dress with the sweetheart neckline and her grandmother's pearls. Every time Woody thought about it, his breath would catch in his throat.

"Hi Woody, how's it going?" Garrett came up behind him, interrupting his mental stroll down memory lane.

"Good, good. How's it with you?"

"About the same. I've told her she can sit on a tall stool to do that if it hurts her feet too much to stand too long," Garrett said, nodding to Jordan.

"You know Jordan. She'd do that only if it gets necessary."

"I've made arrangements for her to have an eight week maternity leave instead of the usual six and she's guaranteed part time work for the next several years. She won't lose seniority."

Woody shook Garrett's hand. "Thanks. I know that means a lot to her."

"Well, she means a lot to me...and this morgue. It was the least we could do."

Garrett and Woody both smiled as Jordan came out of the autopsy room. "Garrett, I think it's time the morgue invests in maternity scrubs," she joked. She had on a man's large, but her belly was still causing the material to stretch tight.

Woody had to grin. Seven months ago, Jordan had come to his office with a positive pregnancy test. She had handed him his "sissy coffee" and the test results that showed a positive sign. He had been so proud he carried the test in his coat pocket the rest of the day and showed it to everyone. Ray had been so happy for them. Surprisingly, Rene Walcott was the most ecstatic. "Finally! A baby to buy for!" she had exclaimed. And Elizabeth, Shannon, and even little Lisa were overjoyed. They were going to be "aunts" and Woody and Jordan had three instant babysitters. Life was good.

"Are you about ready to go?" He asked his wife, gently putting his arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.

"Let me change," she replied, heading for the locker room.

"She's waddling now," said Nigel, coming out of the autopsy room.

"She's all baby, that's for sure," said Woody. He worried about her being on her feet so much. He worried about her going out into the field. Oh hell, he worried about her, period. Since the day Jordan had promised to marry him, Woody had been protective of her. The moment she had discovered she was pregnant, his protectiveness had kicked into fourth gear.

"So you're going for the sonogram today?" asked Garrett.

"Yeah."

"Wait a minute, you two went for a sonogram last month," Nigel said, his eyes narrowing as Jordan joined them in the hall.

"That's right," smirked Jordan.

"Is everything okay with you two?" Nigel continued, sounding concerned.

"Everything's just fine," Woody answered as he put his arm around his wife and led her to the elevators.

"Yeah," said Jordan, as she and Woody got in the elevator and turned back around to face Garrett and Nigel. "They just do more sonograms when you're having twins." Nigel and Garrett just stood there with their mouths hanging open in surprise. Jordan chuckled at their expressions as the elevator doors shut. Her glass was now more than half full...more than half full indeed.