A.N. Sorry it took so long to update. There have been a few family crises going on. Hopefully I'll update a chapter or two a day from now on, but I won't promise anything.

Reviews are always greatly appreciated and are my inspiration to continue updating. Constructive criticism welcome.

Cry Another Day

-Elisabeth Carmichael-

For three and a half months after her attack, Jordan would go to work and work her heart out. After work she would go immediately to Woody's side…in the hospital or in rehab, and she would sit there, holding his hand as he slept. Occasionally he would be awake. Those times she would just sit there, making small talk, or being silent gazing into his sea blue eyes.

The rehab was tedious, but he was a pro. The fact that he had gained great mobility in a relatively short span of time lifted his spirits. But he still resented Jordan's pity. It still bothered him that she doted on him so constantly. He hated the pity, but even more, he hated how she was letting herself go. Her face was always adorned by smoky rings under her eyes, and she looked like she had given up running altogether and gained a few extra pounds all over, but most notably in her arms. Secretly though, behind the shabby façade, he loved the tiny spark of the old Jordan that was only visible when she was sleeping, and seeing that gave him enough courage to persevere.

"Hey, you're awake!" Jordan seemed astonished as she fumbled her messenger bag, a diaper bag, and a sleeping baby in her arms.

His eyes fixated upon the baby in her arms; it appeared to be no more than a few weeks old. Seeing the dark hair thinly placed on the baby's head, Woody's eyes narrowed. He caught a glimpse of the whiskey colored eyes, noting that babies usually had blue eyes.

Jordan sat down in the chair next to his bed and reached for his hand. It recoiled, leaving and expression of hurt on Jordan's face.

"Woody," she pleaded, "I, I, Woody."

"Jordan." He deadpanned, "When did you pop that out?" he motioned towards the baby with a snort.

The baby began to fuss profusely, "Oh, you upset her!" Jordan said as she began making baby noises and playing with the baby.

She looked like a maternal goddess as she bopped the baby's nose with her finger.

"Hush, hush," she said to the baby with a smile, "Emma needs to go to sleep. Yes she does, yes she does."

The baby's eyes drew sleepily shut. Jordan repositioned her closer to her body.

"When did you have her?" Woody repeated with more certainty, noting how similar the name Emma is to Emily.

"Emma?" Jordan asked innocently.

"Yes, the baby in your arms," he said, obviously peeved.

"She's two weeks old," Jordan was beaming.

"I had no clue you were pregnant. You hide it well. Who's the father?"

"Garret," she said flatly.

"I had no idea you two…"