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Woody slammed heavily down on the breaks as they reached a red light. Jordan turned and looked at him after recovering from the whiplash, his face covered in the widest range of emotions Jordan had ever seen on him. His eyes burned with fear yet she could still see a trace of what looked like excitement.

"Woody?" She asked quietly.

He turned and looked at her, his eyes still shining with so many emotions you couldn't tell one from the other. "Are you ok?" he asked, noting the fact that she was rubbing her shoulder where the seatbelt dug into her.

"Ya I'm fine," she replied cooly, turning around in her seat to check on Emma who was still sound asleep.

Jordan opted to not ask why he had all the sudden slammed down on the brakes, or the look of pure terror on his face just seconds before.

"Do you still live on Pearl?" he asked, his eyes glued to the road ahead.

"No not anymore. Three blocks to the west, now. Moved there when Emma was born," she replied, her voice still uncharacteristically quiet.

Woody nodded in understanding and changed directions, trying to hide the fact that his breathing was coming harder and harder every passing second. They drove there in silence, neither saying a word to each other. When they pulled up outside Jordan's new building, Woody shut off the car and lent against the steering wheel.

"Do you need a hand up?" he asked. Jordan could tell that something was wrong.

"Ya, sure," Jordan replied, opening the door and climbing out, grabbing her bag which was sitting on the floor at her feet. Woody got out as well, opening up the back door and gently pulling Emma out, resting her exhausted body against his chest. He locked the car and followed Jordan's retreating back to the front door, into the elevator, and up to the sixth floor.

She stopped outside her apartment and unlocked it, opening the door for Woody and letting him pass.

"You just gonna put her to bed?" Woody asked, gripping firmly but gently onto her tiny body.

"Ya, she's pretty tired. I'll show you the way," Jordan replied, walking down the entrance hall, through the living room, and down another hall to a room halfway down. She eased open the door and Woody walked past her, taking in the pink walls and flower bedspread. He walked across the floor and placed her body down on the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping her inside, dropping a kiss on her forehead before he stood up and started to leave.

"Uncle Woody?" a tired voice called out as he made his way back to the hall.

Jordan and Woody both turned around at the sound of her voice. "Mommy can I talk to uncle Woody for a minute?" Emma asked.

"Sure sweetie," Jordan replied. "Woody do you want some coffee?"

"Sure," Woody answered before turning his attention back to Emma and kneeling down beside her bed. Jordan walked back down the hall and into the kitchen, wondering if it was a smart idea to let her five year old talk to the man who was her father, though neither of them knew.

"What's up Em?" Woody asked, running his fingers along her forehead to rid it of the pieces of hair that seemed rather attached to her eyes.

"Uncle Woody you have the same eyes as me. Mommy always told me that I got my eyes from Daddy," Emma replied, rubbing a hand over her tired eyes.

Woody could feel tears burning behind his own icy blue eyes that perfectly matched the little girl who he now believed to be his daughter. What Jordan had told Emma about her father made it all the more believable.

"Did she now?" Woody asked, biting back his tears and staring intently into Emma's face, his eyes tracing over every inch of her delicate features.

"Yup. And since I've never met my daddy, I have to ask. Are you my daddy?" she asked, her eyes pleading with him.

Woody bit back more tears and placed another kiss on her temple. "That's for your mom to tell you," Woody answered. "Go to sleep."

He stood up from his spot by her bed and walked towards the door, flipping off the light and closing the door halfway, allowing a little light from the hall to flood into her room. Emma was the opposite from her mother. To her, the dark was not inviting.

Woody walked back down the hall and into the kitchen, wiping away the single tear that had slid down his cheek. He slid down onto the couch in the living room that the kithen overlooked, resting his head in his hands and bracing his elbows on his knees. Jordan walked up to him and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him.

"What did Emma want?" she asked, sitting herself down on the couch opposite him.

"Why didn't you tell me Jordan?" he asked, his voice cracking with pain and hurt.

"Tell you what?" Jordan asked, playing the 'I don't know what you're talking about' card, even though she knew exactly where the conversation was going.

"Tell me that Emma was my daughter!" Woody yelled, his voice taking himself back in surprise.

Jordan placed her coffee mug back on the giant oak coffee table, running her fingers through her long, chestnut hair.

"Why, Jordan! Why!" Woody asked, though it was a rather rhetorical question.

"Why do you think, Woody!" Jordan yelled back. "I finally find the courage to have a relationship with you, we sleep together, and then in the middle of the night while I'm asleep you just take off! You did exactly what I was afraid you would do! You just left me! The whole reason I wouldn't start a relationship with you to begin with was because I was afraid someone was going to get hurt! And that's exactly what happened!" she screamed.

Woody could see the pain of rejection clouding over her eyes, the pain of raising a baby on her own, all of the pain he had caused her.

"Jordan ..." he began.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. I didn't know if you were going to come back. I was afraid you would, I was afraid you wouldn't. I was going to run. But then Lily found out. She talked me through everything, explained that it was my choice, but it was also yours, considering it was your baby too. She told me that no matter what, she would always be there for me. But if I moved away I would be completely on my own. If I stayed I would have her, Garret, Nigel, and Bug; I'd have my morgue family. And so I stayed.

And now here you are. Our daughter is five. You've missed a huge part of her life and I feel terrible about it. She asks questions all the time about you, about whether you love her or not. She thinks that because you're not in her life that she doesn't matter to you. And I have no idea how to explain that to her!" she sobbed, her head dropping to her chest.

Even thought Woody was fighting his own demons at the moment, he still found the strength to fight off hers. He pulled himself off his chair and crawled over to her, pulling her into his embrace and holding tightly onto her.

"Jordan none of this is your fault. None of it. If I had just stuck around long enough to find out that you were pregnant none of this would have happened. We would have raised her together and she wouldn't be asking any of these questions. I swear to you, none of this is your fault!" Woody sobbed as well.

Emma, hearing the comotion, came quietly out of her room, still wearing her jeans and a tshirt, her hair slightly tousled from the pillow. She walked quietly over to her parents, stoppin beside Woody and putting her hand on his shoulder.

Woody looked up in surprise, staring into the eyes that mimiked his own.

"Emma!" he said.

"Did you ask mommy yet?" she asked quietly.

"Ask me what?" Jordan asked, wiping away her tears and taking her daughters cheek in her hand.

"Remember when you told me that I had Daddy's eyes?" Emma asked her mother.

"Ya," Jordan replied.

"Well Uncle Woody has the same eyes as me. Is he my daddy?" Emma asked again.

Jordan looked from Woody to Emma, coming to the realisation that lying was no longer going to do any good.

"Ya sweetie. Uncle Woody is your daddy."

Woody waiting no time in wrapping his daughter up in his arms, holding onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go. This was his daughter. His daughter. And he wasn't going to miss another second of her life.

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Ok I hope that's lon enough. I probab;l should of held off with Woody finding out that Emma was his daughter but I couldn't resist the temptation. It was nagging at me. Fear not, it's not going to be some sappy happily ever after story from here on.

You still have to find out about why Woody left, and even though he's going to be in Emma's life, will Jordan allow him in hers? Also, you'll find out why Woody is back in Boston and boy oh boy will there be hell to pay when you do!

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Love Megan!