Woody entered Jordan's apartment with some trepidation. What Jordan meant by "most of my stuff packed up" and what he expected could be two entirely different things. To his pleasant surprise, her apartment was organized, the boxes stacked neatly, and labeled with their contents. I never took her for a neat freak, he thought as he loaded the boxes onto a hand truck and took them downstairs to her SUV. He got all the boxes in it and went back upstairs for a final run through of her apartment. The furniture would have to wait for the movers....but most everything else he had gotten. Then he spied the antique hatbox on the floor by her bed. I can at least get that in the seat, he thought as he bent to pick it up. It was light as a feather and he wondered if there was anything at all in it. Curious, he sat down on her bed with the box and opened it. For a minute he didn't recognize what it was, then he saw the florist card with his writing: Thanks for staying last night. Sorry I was such a bastard. Let me make it up to you. Love, Woody.

His roses...his card. She saved them because they meant something to her...something special. Maybe he meant something to her...something more than a friend. Just as he knew he had been right with Jordan's pregnancy, he knew he was right about this: She loved him. She did. And she knew it. She was just afraid. Not so much of commitment anymore, but afraid she would disappoint him...that in the end he would regret marrying her. He bit his lip. He was going to have to change that. Starting tonight, he would convince her that he wanted her just as she was...and that would be more than enough for the rest of his life.

Jordan signed her name to the last autopsy report of the day. It was late, nearly eight o'clock. Woody had called and told her he was running a little behind, but hang tight, he'd be there soon. She was tired...the sonogram, lunch with Woody....the rush of emotions. Lightly, she stroked her tummy and then laid her head down on her arms on her desk. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep...she didn't hear Woody as he came to her door.

He watched her from the doorway for a few minutes. She was sleeping soundly, oblivious to her surroundings. Dr. Williams said that she would experience tiredness, more than usual, Woody thought. He walked over and gently shook her awake. "Hey, you, ready for dinner?" he asked softly as she opened her eyes.

Jordan sat up and rubbed her forehead. "Yeah...guess I dozed off for a few minutes. Let me grab my purse and we can go." She reached down for her purse and when she sat back up, Woody was holding three pink sweetheart roses out to her.

"Happy Valentines Day," he said.

Jordan was speechless. Her last thought of Valentines was this morning on the way to the doctor's office. "Thanks, Woody." She buried her nose in one of the buds. "Pink roses are my favorite..."

He smiled and reached out for her hand. "Dinner. Now. Pregnant women need to eat. And you're welcome."

He took her to dinner at a small café around the corner. Nothing fancy, just somewhere they could be together and talk. "I got your boxes moved to the house. All of them. Now we can get the movers in for the furniture and you'll be good to go."

"Did you get my clothes, too?"

"Yeah... So I guess you'll be at the house from now on?"

Jordan nodded, her mouth full. Woody was glad to see that her appetite had picked back up and she was eating better. "Looks that way."

"Will you be okay by yourself? Do you want me to stay with you?"

"I'll be fine, Woody. That would be awfully inconvenient for you."

"Not if I moved in."

That took Jordan by surprise. His statement was never one she could imagine coming from his mouth. Not to her. She was hesitant. She was still finding her way...still seeing how she and the baby fit there...together...She knew Woody kept pushing the marriage issue, but her mind hadn't accepted it. She just didn't see them married...or living together right now. "I'm not sure, Woody. I...I...don't mind you staying once in a while, but on a full-time basis? I'm still getting used to this. Please, just give me a little time...."

He was disappointed, but didn't let it show. "I just worry about you...what if you fall down the stairs? Or get sick in the middle of the night?"

"I'll be fine...and careful."

"Okay...but closer to your due date, I'm going to...move in, that is. You'll need me to, then," he said. Surely, she's not expecting to go through this whole thing alone...including driving herself to the hospital....

"Yes. I will want you to. But just give me a little time now, please?"

Woody nodded. "Sure."

"You do understand, don't you, Woody?"

"I know you're adjusting, Jordan. But I am, too. And I want to be with you...and the baby right now."

"Just give me a few weeks. Just a few weeks."

Woody nodded. A few weeks it was. But no longer.

The movers came three days later. Woody, Nigel, and Garrett put her bed back together and got it set up. They unloaded her living room furniture and a few odds and ends that Woody couldn't get in the SUV the other night. Garrett had silently laughed at Woody. He wasn't letting Jordan so much as lift a finger....she had complained, loudly, that she was only pregnant, not decrepit. Woody had promptly told her to go back downstairs and sit down. Knit or something...do something mothers do...just stay out of their way and don't pick up a thing. She had shot him a look that could kill, but acquiesced.

"You won that one, Woody, but don't think she's gonna let you win many more," said Garrett.

"I know...I just want to win the really big fights...the ones that matter."

"Like getting her to agree to marry you?"

"Yeah...especially that one." Woody sighed and turned back around. When Garrett had given him the lecture after Woody had revealed Jordan was pregnant, Woody told Garrett that he wanted to marry Jordan...she just wasn't giving in. Garrett agreed to try to help persuade her, but he could only do so much. He also knew the detective was trying his darndest to get her to agree.

"You will...just be as stubborn as she is."

Now that's a thought. Just be determined to let her know how much I love her just the way she is, get her to agree that she loves me...and that's that...maybe, Woody thought.

After loading up the furniture that Jordan didn't want to keep, Nigel and Garrett left, promising to come back and help her finish straightening out everything. Woody hung around....there was a few things he wanted to do before he left for his apartment that night.

"Want a sandwich?" Jordan called from the kitchen.

"Um...no."

"You're not hungry?"

"Not yet...not really."

She walked back into the living room where he was arranging her things on the mantle. "You're pretty good at that stuff...in touch with your feminine side?" she teased.

He gave her a sideways glance and pulled her into his arms. "The only thing I want to be in touch with is you right now," he said and he sank down onto the couch and pulled her into his lap, holding her across his legs. "We need to have a talk, Dr. Cavanaugh."

Jordan groaned to herself. Not now, she thought. I'm so tired.... "Do we have to...I mean now?"

He looked at her seriously, gently running his hand through her hair. "Yes. Now."

"Okay...what about?"

"What do you think? I want to marry you, Jordan."

"I know...and I said the issue was up for discussion." She emphasized the word discussion.

"And we're discussing it now. Why won't you do it?"

"There are lots of reasons, Woody. You don't have to be married now to have a baby together...and I'm still not sure that you wouldn't regret marrying me...and I ... I ..." she was appalled to hear her voice breaking. "I couldn't handle that," she finished, fighting back the tears.

Woody tightened his hold on her. "No. You're wrong. I love you. Jordan Cavanaugh, just the way she is. I've known you for three years...I know your quirks and your faults. I know your strengths and your compassion. I've felt it. I love it all – the whole Jordan package. I could never get tired of it because it makes you what you are...and I love you. And I can't imagine my life without you and have no desire to. And if you don't marry me, I'm going to be camped out on your front lawn for the rest of your life, even after our baby is grown, because I have to see you...be near you....love you. And that could be really awkward....especially if you ever try to date someone else."

Jordan laughed through her tears at his declaration. Looking into his eyes, she realized that Woody was serious. He loved her for who she was...not what she couldn't be. And he was willing to accept that and her. So this is love, she thought. Real, messy, sticky love. Suddenly, she wasn't so afraid anymore. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she reached up and kissed him. "Okay, Mr. Hoyt. But I think you're getting ready for the wildest ride of your life."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," he said, picking her up and heading for the stairs. He was going to make love to her, but wanted to do it this time on a bed, where they both would be comfortable. "By the way, does that mean yes, you're going to marry me?"

"Yes. I will. But I still need sometime. Okay, Woody?"

"Anything...just before the baby's born or shortly after, okay....no let's wait a year or anything?"

"Fine by me..."

Depositing her on her bed, he took his shirt off and his belt. She had already removed her top. Laying down beside her, he softly kissed her, one hand reaching around her back to undo her bra. The other hand gently stroking her abdomen. "We'll be slow and careful," he whispered.

"The doctor said up until the last month," she caught her breath and moaned as Woody found that sensitive spot underneath her ear.

"Would be okay," he finished. "I know. Let's take advantage of the time."