A/N: HERE'S A SHORT CHAPTER TO INTRODUCE THE NEWEST HOYT. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IT'S PRETTY MUSHY AND FLUFFY. PLEASE R&R. I HAVE NO CLAIM, BUT THAT HASN'T KEPT ME FROM USING THEM FOR MY OWN PERSONAL ENJOYMENT.
CHAPTER 25: MY GIRL
After the birth, Woody went to the nursery with the baby while the doctors finished in the operating room with Jordan. The baby was washed, weighed, measured, dressed and given a clean bill of health. Jordan had to spend an hour in recovery before she would be transferred to a private mother-baby room. Max was already in the room when Jordan arrived, the baby's nurse followed, pushing the small bassinet into the room. Woody went down to the 24-hour gift shop, while the nurses transferred Jordan to her bed and got her comfortable. This would give Jordan some time to be with Max.
Max stood next to the bassinet, looking down at his newborn grand-daughter. "I'm so proud of you Sweetheart. You did a great job. She's so beautiful, just like you.", Max said as he glanced at the baby, then walked over to kiss his daughter on the forehead. Jordan's eyes began to tear, "Thanks Dad, but I know I look like I just got hit by a semi.", Jordan chuckled. "And yes she is beautiful. I think she looks like Woody, don't you?", she asked, beaming. "I think it's the eyes.", Max replied, noticing her crystal blue eyes. "And the cheeks.", Jordan added with a laugh.
Just then, Woody entered with a bunch of 'It's a Girl' balloons tied to his chair, and a bouquet of two dozen pink roses on his lap. "Congratulations Grandpa!", he stated with a huge grin; giving Max a hug and handing him a pink bubblegum cigar from his pocket. "Same to you.….Dad", Max replied taking the cigar. "And these, my dear, are for you. The most amazing woman I have ever known. Thank you for giving me the most beautiful, perfect daughter in the world.", Woody exclaimed, glancing at his daughter, then giving Jordan the flowers,and taking her hand in his.
"So does this little lady have a nice Irish name?", Max asked inquisitively. "Of course she does, Dad. Would you expect anything less from a Cavanaugh and a Hoyt?", Jordan joked. "I would like to officially present, for the first time; Miss Emily Grace a.k.a (Millie) Hoyt. Born on Wednesday April 4, 2007. At 10:02 p.m., after thirty-six, very long hours of labor. Weighing in at a whopping 8 pounds 14 ½ ounces, and measuring 20 ½ inches." Woody declared in his best 'announcer' voice. "Emily Grace, huh?", Max inquired. "Yeah. She has Mom's first name and Woody's mother's middle name.", Jordan exclaimed. "Well hello there, Emily Grace, I'm your grandpa.", Max whispered, his voice cracking a little, as he rubbed a finger against the her soft pink cheek.
After writing down all of the important information, Max headed down to the cafeteria to get something to eat, a much needed cup of coffee, and to give the rest of the family the good news. This gave the new parents some much needed bonding time with their new daughter. An exhausted Woody was talking to an even more exhausted Jordan when the baby began to fuss. Jordan was just about to press the call button, for the nurse,when Woody went over and gentely picked the newborn up. Woody carefully tucked his daughter into his lap and brought her over to Jordan. "I'm impressed.", she said smiling at her husband. "The nurse taught me, but it will only work while she's really small. When she starts squirming, I'll use the baby sling and as she grows, I'll switch to the front carrier.", he proudly explained. "You should see the stuff I've learned from the other dads down at the rehab center.", he added with a smile.
"You're such a good Daddy. She's lucky to have you, we both are.", Jordan stated with a huge grin. Woody cradled the baby, as Jordan tried to shift in her bed. Woody lookedat Jordan, then began to rub her leg. "It's a weird feeling, huh? Or lack there of.", he chuckled quietly, then looked down. "Yeah, I guess it is.", she replied, trying to hide the tears that started to fall. "Jordan what is it? Do you need the nurse?", Woody asked becoming concerned. "No, I'm fine. I…just really never.…realized what you go through everyday. I couldn't understand it .….until now.", she sniffled, rubbing his hand. "Jordan, I didn't mean it like that…I….", he tried to explain. "Oh I know. Just being here has brought all of those memories back.….when you were here, in the hospital…and….what's happened to you...and...", she replied, taking a shaky breath.
"It's okay Jordan, I'm okay with it, I have to be. Today is a good day, and these are happy memories.", Woody said kissing her hand. "I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I'm just so emotional right now. You're just so wonderful and courageous and I love you so much.", she rambled. "You don't have to apologize, and I love you too.", he chuckled through the tears that started to form. Jordan smiled and scooted over to the side of the bed, surprisingly easy, now that the epidural began to wear off. She lowered the bed then patted the space next to her and held her arms out for the baby. Woody handed Millie to Jordan then maneuvered onto the bed next to her. They laid there for a long time, just admiring each other and their brand new baby girl.