She had his eyes. It was all she could think about. There, laying in the cold, sterile hospital bed, was her soon to be husbands daughter who shared his eyes; the eyes Nikki always wished that their children would have. Her heart rate picked up as she thought about the thing she had been trying to forget for months. Woody could never find out. If he did, everything would be off. The wedding, their plans, everything she had worked so hard to keep. He just couldn't find out. It would ruin everything.

She stood there at the doorway to Emma's hospital room, Woody at her side, staring at his daughter who was wide awake and chatting happily to her mother who was the spitting image of her.

Woody cleared his throat, drawing attention to the two of them standing at the door.

"Woody," Jordan said, caught by surprise. She hadn't been expecting him back today, least of all with his fiancé.

"Hey Jordan," Woody said, guiding Nikki into the room and leaving her at the foot of the bed as he went over to Emma and kissed her forehead. "Hey baby," he said, pulling single red rose out from behind his back and handing it to Emma.

"For me?" she asked, taking it gently from his hands and smelling it.

"For you," Woody replied, dragging two chairs from the wall over to her bed and sitting down, motioning Nikki to take the other. "I told you I would come back."

Emma smiled a smile that matched Jordan's. Both were glad that he hadn't let them down. Jordan mouthed the words 'thank you' in his direction.

"So I'm guessing that this is Nikki?" Jordan asked, holding out her hand and pointing politely to Nikki.

Nikki reached her hand across Emma's bed and shook Jordan's hand. "Nice to meet you Jordan," she said, jealousy washing over her as she stared into Jordan's pretty face.

"You too," she said, dropping Nikki's hand.

"Sorry guys …" Woody said. "Didn't think about it. Introducing you that is. Jordan I hope you don't mind. Nikki just wanted to meet Em."

"No of course not," Jordan lied. Woody smiled and Nikki looked on jealously, wondering why Woody didn't look at her the way he looked at Jordan.

Jordan broke the contact first and looked at Emma who was still smelling her rose.

"Em sweetie this is Nikki," Jordan told her daughter.

Emma looked up from her flower, staring into Nikki's face with intense dislike. She couldn't explain it but she didn't like her already.

"She's a friend of Daddy's," Jordan continued.

"Fiancé actually," Nikki corrected.

Both Woody and Jordan glared at her.

"She's four," Jordan said coldly. "She's doesn't know what a fiancé is."

Woody had to turn his head away from the two women to keep from bursting out laughing. Jordan was still Jordan. Four years and motherhood had not changed all that much about her.

Nikki just grinned sourly, trying to pretend as though she didn't hear the venom in Jordan's voice.

"Woody we should get going. There are still a ton more things to do and you haven't even seen my parents yet," Nikki said, putting on her puppy-dog face as though she was five.

"Nik I want to … I really do," Woody said, lying. "It's just that …" He wondered how to put it without hurting her. "Emma is my daughter and she's in the hospital. I've already missed four years of her life. I can't afford to miss any more."

Nikki was silent, trying to fight down the boiling anger threatening to spill over. "Woody she's fine!" Nikki whispered threateningly. She didn't want to do this. Not here, not now; not in front of Jordan. "What does this mean for us? I mean, we have a home in LA. We're getting married next year. Where does this leave us?" She put emphasis on the word 'us' as if pointing out that their relationship was more important than Woody taking care of his daughter.

"Nikki we'll talk about this later. Right now, Emma needs me," Woody said. Jordan was proud that he was standing up for Emma.

"I need you!" Nikki said, standing in the doorway and motioning with her hands.

And there she was; the anti-Jordan. Not even if she was lying, dying, on a cold basement floor would Jordan ever admit that she needed someone. Woody fought another smile.

"I think you should go Nikki," Woody said, his voice a deadly whisper.

Nikki stood there, stunned. Woody had never spoken to her like that. "Excuse me?"

Jordan, Woody and Nikki all looked to the bed where Emma laid, having let out a little whimper.

"You're upsetting Emma," Woody said, turning back to Nikki. "I'll call you later just …" He didn't know how to finish his sentence. "You need to go."

Nikki gave them both her best death glare, though Jordan couldn't see because she had her back to the door as she fixed Emma's blanket. With a turn on her black stiletto heel, Nikki turned and left, storming down the hospital hall and leaving. Maybe coming to Boston was a bad idea after all.

Woody sat with his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair. That was not how he envisioned this going.

"I'm sorry," Jordan said, somewhat truthfully.

"No you're not," Woody said, jokingly. Jordan smiled. "Admit it; you enjoyed that didn't you?"

Jordan just smiled. "Maybe just a little bit."

Woody laughed. "I think I got in over my head in this relationship," Woody confided. Jordan listened intently. "I wasn't even the one who proposed. She asked me," Woody said, a look of regret flashing across his eyes.

"But you said yes," Jordan interrupted.

Woody sighed deeply. "I know. But now …"

Jordan waited for him to finish. She wondered if he was going to say what she though he was going to say.

"But now what …" Jordan prompted.

Woody looked up into her dark eyes, wondering if he could confided this in her. He had known Jordan for so long; he trusted her with his life. Surely he could tell her how he really felt. Heaven forbid not about their relationship and his feelings for her but … ah what the hell.

"But now I wish I hadn't."