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"How are you today, Jordan?" Doctor Elizabeth Meyers asked, finding Jordan on the exam bed and Woody in a nearby chair.

"I'm great, Liz. How are you?" replied Jordan.

"I'm fine," Elizabeth said.

"Liz, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Woody Hoyt. Woody, this is Elizabeth Meyers she and I went to med school together," Jordan introduced.

Woody shook hands with the blonde doctor, "Nice to meet you Doctor Meyers."

"Nice to meet you, too; and you can call me Liz," she replied "I assume you're the daddy?"

Woody smiled, "Yes."

Liz nodded then started setting up her ultrasound machine. "How long have the two of you been together?"

"Seven months," Jordan told her friend.

"Wow," Liz replied, "You do know that's a long time for Dan, right Woody?"

Woody chortled, "Do I ever. I've known Dan for about 6 years."

"Ours is a complicated story," Jordan added.

"I understand," Liz smiled, moving the small cart the ultrasound was on, "But you're telling me later."

"Ok," Jordan replied.

"Now I need you to lie down, pull up your shirt, and undo your jeans," the doctor instructed.

As Jordan did what she was told, Woody moved to the side of the bed opposite from Dr. Meyers. "Why does she call you Dan?"

"She is the only one who ever did and ever will," Jordan explained, "All our other friends would call me Jo, Jor, Jo-Jo and she decided she would call me Dan."

Liz jellied up the ultrasound probe and turned on her new digital screen, "Don't forget about Jordy," she said before she put the probe on Jordan's lower abdomen and moved it around slowly to try and get a reading.

"Don't even think about calling me that," she pointed a finger at Woody.

Woody laughed, "I promise, scouts honor."

"There's the heartbeat," Liz pointed to the indistinguishable dot. "I'd say you're about 9 weeks. Everything looks great."

"I know the baby is really, really little but can you tell me what's going on in there?" Woody asked.

"Of course, the baby is about 10 millimeters; the brain is most probably the majority of what you're seeing on the screen. The digestive system, bone formations, and fingers and toes are starting to develop and it has a rudimentary circulatory system."

"Wow," was all Woody could say.

Late Monday morning Jordan walked into the morgue's kitchen to retrieve her now cold strawberry flavored Dasani.

"Hello, love," Nigel greeted her, "coffee?"

"Nope, Nige," she took her water from the fridge. "I got water."

"No coffee?" he asked, "are you feeling alright?

Jordan didn't want to tell anyone else about her pregnancy for another 3 weeks but they would figure it would eventually.

Nigel went on "I mean it would have to be pretty serious for Jordan not to be drinking coffee."

Better safe than sorry, "Already had enough for today. You should try the flavored Dasani, Nigel. It's really good," she lied. Well the water is good – she just didn't have any coffee.

Jordan made it through the day. It wasn't easy – she had to run out of autopsy twice due to morning sickness. Although, she told anyone who asked she really, really had to pee.

She plopped down on the leather couch in office and closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She opened them again when she felt someone sit next to her.

"Hi, Garret," she smiled.

"How far along are you?" he asked, straight to the point.

'Time to play dumb,' she thought, "Far along with what?"

"Jordan, I've known you for how long?" he asked "I know when something's up. How long have you been pregnant?"

Jordan smiled, nothing got past Garret. "Nine weeks. Woody and I agreed not to tell anyone until I'm at least 12 weeks."

"You're secret is safe with me," he patted her leg as he got up, "now go home and tell Woody I say congratulations."

"Garret knows," was the first thing Woody heard out of Jordan when she got home. The second was what she added, "And I have to pee."

He followed her to their bedroom and sat on the bed while she went into the bathroom. "What?" he asked. "How does he know?"

"I don't know," she replied from behind the door, "he just knew."

He lied down across the bed. Jordan soon emerged from the bathroom and started looking from something to change into. "He just sat down next to me and asked how far along I was.

"I tried acting dumb but it didn't work. He did say he wouldn't tell anyone else and he wants me to give you his congratulations," she explained all while changing.

She tied the drawstring of her (Woody's) pants and lay down next to him. He rolled onto his side to face her and propped his head of on his hand.

"Stealing my pants now?" he raised one eyebrow.

"They're more comfortable. I'm getting pregnancy pudge," she replied, putting air quotes with her fingers when she said 'pregnancy pudge'. Woody came up with the phrase the other day when Jordan told him she was getting fat. "It's not fat, Jo, it's the baby… it's pregnancy pudge."

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "You can't be your normal insubordinate self, you know," he told her.

"I know," she replied, "and for the first time, I don't want to. I don't even know what I'm going on maternity leave or for how long. And we need a room for the baby, Woody! There's so much to do." She realized, sitting up.

"What about your dad's house?" he suggested, unsure really what to say. Jordan was acting a little weird, "didn't he give it to you?"

"I was saving it for him, when he came back," she replied moving to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed, facing Woody who was still lying down.

"Sweetheart, he had you sell the Pouge. I don't think hes planning on coming back soon."

"I guess you're right," she sounded disappointed, "and they are three bedrooms. We can start moving stuff over this weekend even."

Woody smiled; Jordan was getting uncharacteristically excited again. Must be the hormones.

"And when we need to move big things, Nigel, Bug and Garret could help us," she continued, volunteering her friend's help.

"We have six months to do everything, Jordan. We don't have to think about it all now."

"You're right," she yawned

"Jordan, I want to ask you a question. You don't have to answer now – I just want to put it out there," he told her cryptically.

"Ok," Jordan was confused.

"Will you marry me?" he asked and before she could say anything he continued "I'm not asking because you're having my child. I'm asking because I love you. I won't push for an answer – "

Jordan cut him off "yes."

He got a stupid smile on his face "Yes?"

"Yes," she repeated, smiling back at him. "I've actually been waiting for you to ask."

"You have?" he asked, she nodded "Are you sure? This is a really big step, Jo."

"I know. Woody, I have wanted to be with you forever since before Riggs shot you. We've been living together for almost five months, we're going to have a baby. I don't want to be with anyone else." She told him.

Woody closed the distance between them and kissed his now fiancée. Lying backwards, Woody ended up on top of Jordan.

After a short make out session they broke apart and Woody shifted his weight onto his forearms resting on either side of Jordan.

"So, farm boy, do I get a ring to show off?"

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