A/N: HERE'S AFUN CHAPTER WITH A SURPRISING TWIST. THANKS FOR READING AND PLEASE REVIEW. YOU KNOW I DON'T OWN THEM, JUST BORROWING THEM FOR A BIT. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
CHAPTER 14: TRICK OR TREAT
It was the early morning of October thirty-first, a chilly start to the day. Jordan woke from her sleep to a sound she couldn't make out. She slowly sat up and looked around the room, she was about to nudge Woody awake when she realized the sound was coming from him. Snoring? Woody doesn't snore. Jordan thought to herself as she peered over to find her husband snuggled tightly in the covers, his mouth hanging open. She chuckled as she quietly slid off the bed, walking to the bathroom. "Your daddy must be really tired, we'll let him sleep a little longer.", she whispered, smiling and rubbing her little belly.
Jordan took her time in the shower, when she came back into the bedroom, she found Woody propped up in bed, in the middle of a sneezing fit. "Hey, you don't sound so good. How do you feel?", she asked sincerely. "Like crap.", he answered dryly. He woke up with a headache, runny nose, scratchy throat and the beginning of a rather nasty cough. "You're staying home today.", Jordan stated, firmly. "No, I can go to work today. I'll probably stay at my desk all day, anyhow.", Woody finished, just as Jordan stuck the thermometer under his tongue. "100.3, you're staying home. And if that temp gets any higher, you call me and I'll come home to take you to see your doctor.", she insisted, shuddering when she remembered how fast the pneumonia crept up on him when he was in the hospital.
"It's just a cold Jordan.", Woody whined, pulling himself up. "It might be the flu.", she stated, pushing him back down onto the pillows. "Now, you're probably going to be very weak, so I want you to stay in bed today.", she demanded, bustling back and forth, placing his morning meds, a box of tissue, a few magazines, a cup of tea and a bagel on the nightstand next to him. "There, now you can stay in bed and rest.", she smiled. Woody just rolled his eyes. "I mean it, I don't want you to overdo it. Okay?", she scolded. "Maybe you should take some of your own advice Doc.", he retorted, shooting her a smiling glance as his eyes made their way to her growing tummy. "Very funny, now rest. I'll call you when I get to work. We love you.", she said, kissing his forehead. "I love you both too.", he called after her.
As soon as the door closed behind Jordan, Woody got into his chair and wheeled out to the living room, put on the tv and fixed himself a huge bowl of cereal. He flipped through the morning talk shows, then watched a couple of game shows, yelling the answers at the television. He talked to Jordan at least a dozen times, confirming each time that he really was resting. By 11am, Woody was bored out of his mind, how did I ever make it through three and a half months in the hospital and rehab? , he wondered as he tried to pass the time. It was half passed noon when his stomach startetd to growl, "Feed a cold, right, he asked himself out loud. He was just about to make himself a sandwich, when there was a knock at the door.
Remembering what day it was, Woody brought the bowl of candy with him to the door. He opened the door to find Cal standing there, holding a huge bag. "Trick or treat big brother.", Cal chuckled, noticing the bowl of candy on Woody's lap. "Hey, you guys give out the full sized bars.", he added, snatching up two candy bars as he walked into the apartment. "I brought you some lunch, Jordan said you were sick.", Cal said, his voice sounding a little more concerned then he wanted to let on. "I have a cold Calvin, I'm not dying.", Woody complained, "But I am starving." While Cal was digging into the bag, Woody turned toward the kitchen, "I'll get the drinks.", he stated. "No I'll do it, you relax.", Cal offered. "God, I can get a few cans of pop Calvin….",Woody started, but was interrupted. "I know you can Woods, but I'm here so let me help. Just humor me, Okay?", Cal said with a smirk. Woody nodded and smiled back.
"Day off?", Woody asked between bites. "Nah, I started a four this morning, inventory.", Cal answered, returning to his burger. Woody noticed Cal was pretty quiet during lunch, not his usual self at all. "What's up Calvin? You need to tell me something, don't you?", Woody asked, reading his brothers long face. Cal nodded, "Yeah. Now I don't want you to get angry or judge me…." Woody gave Cal an all to familiar look. "See you're already disappointed and I didn't even tell you what happened.", he lowered his head. "So tell me Calvin.", Woody prodded. "You know my girlfriend Colleen?", he asked rhetorically. Woody nodded. "Well you know were pretty serious, right? And I know I love her.….", he blushed. "That's great Cal. But then what's the problem?", Woody asked a little confused. Cal continued, taking a deep breath, "It's just…..we're…um.…you see.…she's pregnant."
"Wow, I'm gonna be an uncle. Congratulations Cal. When's the baby due?", Woody rambled, patting his brothers back. "Um, May first. You're not mad at me Woods?", Cal asked cautiously. "No, I'm happy for you. Wow our kids are going to grow up together.", Woody smiled, then suddenly became serious. "You are going to marry her? You do want this, right Calvin?", he asked. "Yeah of course I want this. We were thinking of getting married next month, Thanksgiving weekend. Something small and intimate. I'd like you to be my best man.", Cal stated with a grin. "Definitely, I would be honored.", Woody answered, hugging his brother. It seems even some of the trickiest Halloweens turn out to be full of treats.