Sorry about the length of the last one. I fully intended on making it way longer than that but I totally ran out of time. Again, so sorry. I'll try to make this chapter longer but I have a lot of homework that I have to get through. Anyways ... here's the much anticipated chapter ... and by the way, my m key doesn't work very well so sorry if it doesn't show up. And also, my spell check isn't working either so my grammer is truely awful!
XXXXXXXXXXWoody looked at Jordan, his eyes burning with curiosity. Or fear. Jordan couldn't tell. She looked down to the floor, pretending as though nothing had happened.
"What?" Woody asked, his voice filled with confusion.
"Sorry. My mistake. She's really clingy sometimes ... even with her dad," Jordan lied through her tongue.
Woody still looked confuzed. Jordan just gave him a smile. Emma, who seemed content with the answer of 'Uncle Woody', had rested her head back on his shoulder and was sleeping soundly. Jordan reached up her hand and brushed more stray pieces from Emma's eyes which were closed with sleep.
"Does she see her dad often?" Woody asked, brushing aside Jordan's lame excuse and continuing their conversation.
Jordan stared admirably into her daughter's face, watching as her chest rose and fell with every little breath she took.
"No," she replied quietly.
"Must be tough for her. Does she ask a lot of questions?" he asked, concern laced into every syllable of his statement.
"More now than before. Father's day, Christmas, those kind of occasions. It's starting to get harder for her," Jordan replied, her eyes still glued to the sleeping figure in Woody's arms.
The elevator dinged again as it reached the lobby and Woody and Jordan stepped out.
"What did you tell her when she asked? Woody asked as they walked across the threshold and down to the parking garage.
"That her dad had to move away but he misses her very much," Jordan lied again.
Woody nodded his head sadly. "I bet it's hard for her."
"Ya I'm sure it is," Jordan said again. They continued to walk across the garage, the sound of their shoes echoing heavily off the walls.
"Where's your car parked?" Woody asked, hoisting Emma's slipping body back up.
Jordan stopped dead in her tracks, looking madly around before hitting her head in realisation.
"Jordan?" Woody asked, his voice heavy with worry.
She tipped her head back in frustration and ran her fingers through her hair, dragging her nails lightly across her scalp.
"Jordan!" Woody said again, trying to gain her attention.
She turned and looked at him, her dark eyes booring into his. "I don't have my car," she answered simply and smiling in her stupidity.
Woody laughed. "How did you get here?"
"Nigel picked me up earlier this morning and then I was on a case, Emma was home with the babysitter. Nige picked her up at lunch for me and brought her back here. I guess I'll just call a taxi," she said with a small smile.
"Don't be stupid. I have a rental car, courtsey of Boston PD, until I can find more permanant arranements. Why not run up the tab when it's not on me," he replied with a comforting smirk.
Jordan smiled back at him and hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Woody smiled warmly and led her to his car, placing Emma down lightly in the back seat and unlocking Jordan's door. She climbed in and Woody followed, starting up the car and pulling out of his space, driving out of the parking garage and out onto the main road in silence.
"So where did you go when you left?" Jordan asked, breaking the intense silence.
"Jordan ... I have to talk to you about that," Woody began, his voice somewhat pleading.
"Woody it's fine. I understand why you just up and left and didn't return or call for five years," Jordan replied coldly.
Woody hung his head in shame, eyes still on the road ahead. He had to expect this. There wasn't no concequences for sleeping with the woman you love and then taking off in the middle of the night while she was asleep, then not calling, writing, or maintaining any type of contact for five years. Especially when that woman was Jordan Cavanaugh.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled almost incoherently.
"You're sorry? You're sorry Woody?" Jordan yelled, her voice echoing off the tin roof of the car. "You didn't call me for five years!" she screamed.
Woody's eyes popped in shock from the force of her voice and a tiny voice cried out from behind her.
"Mummy?" Emma asked from the backseat.
Jordan turned around and looked at her daughter, her head resting against her seatbelt, icy blue eyes that matched her fathers pulled into the same expression her father in front of her had.
"Sorry sweetie did I wake you?" Jordan asked quietly.
"Mummy why were you yelling at Uncle Woody?" Emma asked, her head still cocked to the right.
"Sorry Em. Adult talk. Go back to sleep, we'll be home soon," Jordan cooed.
Emma nodded her head and closed her eyes, her breathing once again becoming slow and easy as she eased into a light sleep. Woody smiled despite himself. Jordan had definatly changed in the past five years. Never before had he seen the domesticated Jordan. The Jordan who tucked her daughter in at night and cooked her dinner every night. A sudden thought struck him. He turned to Jordan who had turned back to the front, staring out the front windshield.
"How old is she Jordan?" Woody asked, trying not to let his voice spill over in anticipation.
"She'll be five in six months," Jordan replied nonchallantly, thinking nothing of the question.
Woody's eyes popped open in shock again. Five. He had left five years ago. Emma would be five in six months. He had slept with Jordan before he took off. Emma would be five in six months. He couldn't get the thoughts out of his head. She had his eyes.
XXXXXXXXXXAlright guys I know I said it would be longer but I'm totally out of time! Hope you guys like it. Next chapter will hopefully be Woody confronting Jordan about Emma!
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