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Sorry this took so long to get up, my computer was sick, but it's healthy now. Sorry this is so short, I just wanted to update. I might update again later tonight if I can, we'll just have to see. For those of you that this chapter disturbs at all, remember I said I like happy endings. Thanks for the reviews, I need them, they really help and inspire, so please continue. Thanks. Now onto the story

Chapter 11-Too Early

Jordan's POV

"Jo, why do we have to stop by the morgue, it's our day off?"

"Because I forgot something last night."

"What?"

"You'll see, I'll be right back," I opened my door before he had a chance to get out of the car, I also locked the doors, I was getting good at this. I walked, well sort of, to the elevator. When I got to the morgue I went to Garret's office and grabbed the now decorated flour bags. Hey I could use the practice, plus Woody will hate it and it will be so much fun to watch. Quickly left and made my way back to the car. Woody saw me come out, he jumped out of the car so he could help me in, then I saw it. He finally saw the two bags of flour I was holding. His eyes got big and his face was pale, his jaw even dropped.

"Oh, come Jo, you don't really expect me to do this do you?"

"Of course I do, why do you think I went and got them? Just so I could carry around another ten pounds. I think not." I shoved the bag with the blue outfit at him and told him to put Woody Jr. In the car.

"But Jord, we don't even have car seats yet." he pleaded

"Woody, they are bags of flour, what do you really think is going to happen to them if we don't have car seats yet? Besides that is one of the things on the shopping list, so if it makes you feel better we can go get those first."

"Stop patronizing me, you're the one that wanted to do this, I'm a cop, I'm just trying to be safe, not being safe got us in this situation in the first place." my face fell, I knew he noticed by the deer in the headlights look he gave me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I love our family, you know I sometimes say things without thinking."

"It wouldn't have come out if the thought hadn't crossed your mind." I said sadly.

"It's not like that, really I love you and I love them, I'm just still getting used to it," and with that he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my head and then my stomach, boy did he know how to say sorry or what. Then our lips met and we started kissing again.

"Wood, stop."

"What?"

"I said stop, because if you don't we are going to have to go home to finish this and we really need to get the shopping done, I already feel like I'm about to burst." He stopped and we got into the car and left. We got to the mall and Woody helped me out, I opened the back door and grabbed the flour babies. And handed them to Woody and we were off to find car seats and a stroller. "Hey, this is cute," I said looking at two identical Eddie Bauer car seats, "And the stroller and base come with them." They were red, white and blue plaid. Woody still had a skeptical look on his face. "They are patriotic, you're a cop, you ought to like it."

"Okay, okay, I give in, we'll get these ones," he said as he gently placed the flour bags in the car seats. I laughed, "What?"

"Woody, the are not real, yes you can't break them, but you don't need to treat them like glass either." We paid for the stroller and made our way through the mall. We got all sorts of funny looks pushing the flour babies through the mall, not to mention I was approaching my sixth month and I was huge. I was sure I was waddling by now, but Woody hadn't said anything so I tried to play it down as much as possible.

"Hey let's go in there, they have baby clothes."

"Woody, do I really look like someone who shops at the Gap? My children are not going to that, it is just depressing."

"Sorry I mentioned it where to hot topic?"

"Be nice, there are plenty of other places, Dillards, Meier and Frank, Mervyns." and we were off to the next store. We wandered to the baby department. We parked the strollers and Woody picked up the boy and placed him on his hip, it was cute, he was a natural not matter what he thought. I started picking up clothes, the newborn stuff was so small, I didn't know how anyone could fit into these. Woody wandered off I looked for him and next thing I knew he jumped out of the clothes and placed a miniature set of scrubs and a mini-suit next to my stomach.

"What do you think?"

"Woody, you scared me half to death, I'm already on planning on having them early, I don't need any help."

"Sorry, but aren't they cute?"

"Yes they're cute, but do we really want them following in our footsteps?" I just didn't think Woody could handle me and a mini me. I knew I could handle a mini him. If he got his daddy's blue eyes the female population of Boston was going to be in trouble.

"Jordan, earth to Jordan."

"What?" I said a little more harshly than I meant to. He had just pulled me out of my pleasant thoughts of our children.

"You okay? You looked a little out of it."

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about what our kids were going to look like. If has your blue eyes, I'm going to be in trouble."

"And if she has you temperament, so will I." I smacked him lightly on the arm. "Ouch, I was just kidding, relax." The kids started kicking me so I gave him a hug to let him feel what I felt almost 24/7. "I don't know how you do it."

"I don't, we do." we did end up buying the mini suit and scrubs, a few onesies, and some blankets.

Woody's POV

We were walking out to the car and Jordan dropped to the ground and grabbed at her belly. I rushed up behind her. "Are you ok?"

"NO!" I helped her up and into the car, I threw the bags and the strollers in the back. I put the car seats in and but the flour babies in their seats. "Woody, what are you doing? Those aren't your children THESE ARE! Get up here and lets go." I called the doctor and they told us they would meet us at the hospital. We got there quickly and checked in. I'd never seen Jordan look so scared, she just kept holding her belly and started crying. "I can't lose them, it's to soon."

Dr. Andrew came in. "Jordan look at me, your okay."

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are, and so are the babies."

"It hurts." She started to cry. This can't be good.