PRECINCT
Capra: So, Dr. Townsend asked me if I wanted to join a certain pool about, you know, the father of Dr. Cavanaugh's baby.
Woody: So what?
Capra: Well, you and Jordan Cavanaugh, you are close, aren't you?
Woody: Uhm, … I … Maybe … Maybe not. What's it to you anyway?
Capra: Tell me, what would happen if I put my money on you?
Woody: Oh, you want to know if I'm … if … Jordan and I …
Capra: Are you?
Woody: No.
Capra: Oh, ok.
Woody: … (starts leaving)
Capra: Somehow, I'm not really convinced.
Woody: Not? But it's the truth.
Capra: Really?
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It was. He and Jordan had never made love and maybe never would. Not that he didn't want to. He did. He sometimes dreams about it. And yes, they had been getting close before. Not really dating yet, but something quite similar. Jordan seemed to come around slowly. All his patience finally seemed to be worthwhile. But he was wrong. She was having someone else's child. He didn't know whose. And frankly, he didn't want to know. It hurt to think of her with someone else.
He was avoiding her for a while now. Ever since he heard about it. But he kept his ears open. Listened to what people talked about. It seemed like there wasn't anybody else. At least no one knew.
Maybe he still had a chance. The baby was hers. He loved her. He could try to love her baby as if it was his. It didn't seem too difficult. He didn't know much about babies. But he could learn. If she let him.
She'd tried to talk with him for the whole week. Maybe they could continue where they left of before all this. If he was lucky. Maybe, if he was very lucky, she would take him as a surrogate father for her baby.
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He called her. And she invited him over.
Woody: How … How are you?
Jordan: Fine … The baby's fine, too. … Just…
Woody: (concerned) What?
Jordan: …
Woody: Jordan?
