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Chapter 13-One month down and One to go.

Jordan's POV

Well I made through a month on the couch, I had solved about ten cold cases and I was rather proud of myself. Now I was huge and I couldn't believe how uncomfortable I was. I was finally wishing Woody was carrying at least one of these. I don't know how he is putting up with me anymore. I'm sure I drove him up the wall, but I loved him and I knew he loved me he was still working albeit not that often, but whenever he came home he always brought me something and something for the babies, I was gathering quite a collection of flowers and teddy bears while the babies had more clothes than I knew what to do with, let alone where to put them.

Knock, knock.

I got up and made my way to the door, I looked through the little hole and saw Woody standing there barely able to hold up all the bags he had. I opened the door and he practically fell through. "Woody, what is all this?"

"The department decided I deserved a baby shower, you thought we had a lot before. Jordan I have stuff here I've never even heard of, what is a diaper genie?"

"A godsend."

"Huh? Need a little more explanation." I laughed.

"You put the diapers in it and it pretty much blocks the smell."

"Your right, it is." he kissed me and helped me back to the couch. "What did you do today."

"Same old, same old, hey look at this." I'd finally given into Woody and started planning the wedding, for after the birth. He was planning the christening, I agreed to the christening if he took care of the plans. We had started compromising a little more and it was definitely helping us. We were both very stubborn people despite Woody's happy disposition he was very opinionated, something I wasn't expecting, he had let me get away with a lot, now I was carrying his kids and we were engaged, he was determined to keep me and these babies healthy at all cost, he went so far as to have sympathy pains. I told him that was overdoing it a little. "What do you think of this dress?" I said pointing to my favorite one in the magazine.

"It's gorgeous, but Jordan how long is it going to take you to get back to that size, I don't want to wait forever." I smacked him, a little harder than I had planned, but still.

"Not as long as you think, but if you keep that up, I'll guarantee no wedding night."

"Shutting up now."

"Good." and I kissed him long and hard, I wished I could do more, but that was not happening with these two in front of me. Not to mention there were times when Woody was scared to touch me for fear of doing something wrong. We were now counting down the days to the time when I could get off this couch. "Woody, stop."

"Why?" he said breathlessly.

"Because we can't finish this and it is going to kill me." he looked at me pleading, "hey, it's not all my fault, you were there too." I choked out. He kissed me again and then released me and started making dinner. "Wood, I'm happy." a saw a smile creep across his face, but he just kept cooking. When he was done he brought it over.

"Open up." he said as he placed a fork in front of my mouth. I can't believe he is doing this again, well I guess I'll give him one more shot. I opened my mouth and he fed me.

"Woody, you have greatly improved, for once it is warm, but not to hot, delicious. Now your turn, I picked up the fork and gave him a mouthful. We continued like that 'til all the food was gone. He cleaned up the kitchen, I loved to just watch him move around, he was the perfect little housekeeper, if he knew I thought that he would probably kill me, if I didn't have them that is. I had been so tired lately, so when were done eating and he had cleaned up we went straight to bed. He was very careful with me and I loved him for it, but I was missing the rough and rowdy Woody, I missed being playful and just having fun.

I'm sure he had some idea that something was wrong with me, I was never very good hiding my feelings and with the hormones, it was nearly impossible to do so. "Jo, what's wrong? You've been a little off for the past few weeks."

"I'm fine, I just miss us."

"We're right here."

"Ya, all of us are right here, all four of us. I miss just us, don't get me wrong, I love our children with my heart, but I love you too and I haven't been able to be with just you. I need just us for a little while."

"Jordan, they are sorta attached."

"That's not what I mean, forget there here, just be with me for a while. Hold me, love me, care about me." he wrapped his arms around careful not to touch my stomach for once and he held me and rocked me. I never felt safer than when I was in his arms. After all this time I was finally sure he wanted me. I know that sounds silly after everything I put him through, but I always believed that he knew they were his and would do anything to be near them , including putting up with me. Now I knew he wanted and loved me even without the babies, I knew he loved and wanted them, but I also knew he loved and wanted me. We spent the whole night in each others arms. Tomorrow would be another trial, I was sure, but now I was happy.

I woke up in Woody's arms, he was still asleep, I could feel his even breathing against my neck. I didn't want to move, I wanted to be there in his arms as long as I could. I noticed his hand wasn't on my stomach for the first time in weeks. It felt wrong that it wasn't there, I know I asked him to be with just me, but I didn't want him to completely separate them from us. I picked up his hand and placed it on my swollen abdomen, swollen was putting it mildly, anyways as soon as his had was there the kids knew it and they started kicking at me, it was familiar and comfortable. I was fairly sure if they kept this up Woody would be up in no time ready to play with them. Sure enough about two minutes later I heard him yawn and felt him stretch our his body careful not move his hand or to disturb me, he did however kiss the back of my neck. "Hi sweetie."

"I didn't wake you did I?"

"No, I woke up a while ago, why do you think your hand is here?" I said pointing to my lopsided body. He smiled and kissed my neck again. "Do you have to go to work today?"

"Nope, I thought we could work on getting the nursery ready."

"Really?" I had woken up immediately and was ready to get started.

"Yep." I hoped out of bed, well as mush as a seven month pregnant woman with twins could, forgetting that I was supposed to take it easy and pulled him up next to me. I waddled, yes Jordan Cavanaugh now waddled, but Woody was good enough not to mention it, to the closet and pulled out a pair of old scrubs and slipped them on. He put his jeans on and a tight white shirt that accentuated his best body parts, well most of them anyway. I followed him into the babies room. He pulled the crib that we got from my dad's house and the other presents out into the family room. He laid the plastic across the carpet and we started. We decided we were going to put the babies together, for a the first while at least, it was what they were used to after all, so the room had to be girl and boy friendly, we had settled on a pale yellow and green color. I didn't do so well with the bright versions of those colors. Since I had so much down time I started to watch a few decorating shows and had got a few ideas. We started painting the room yellow and then put a light green coat over it, we took the extra plastic and put it up on the walls and scrunched it up and then removed it. By the time we were done the room looked quite artistic, especially for the people that had done it. Woody moved the crib back into the room and then started on lunch. I knew he could cook, but he had managed to greatly impress me in the last several months. We ate and he told me he had a surprise for me. "We are going out today."

"Your kidding. Really." he nodded. I had all of a sudden turned into a ten year ready to get out of my grounding. I knew he would tease me about later, but getting out of here, even if it was just for a day had made my year. I'd felt so claustrophobic this past month cooped up in here. Everyone from the morgue came to visit as well as several people from the station, but I just wanted out and Woody was well aware of it. "Where are we going?"

"Your home away from home."

"The morgue!" I'd never been so excited to go to work in my entire life. "Woody, how did you do this?"

"Easy I can still get out of the house." I hit him playfully, he knew it was my weird way of showing affection and loved him all the more for that. He let me get away with a lot, not as much as I'd like, but still a lot considering I was supposed to be down all day long. We cleaned up and got ready to go. We took the elevator downstairs and were on our way.