Ok I'm starting to wrap it up guys. Sad, but true. I've got a lot of other story ideas that I wanna run with and I can't do that without finishing some of the unfinished stories I still have. So I'm thinking another two or three chapters and it'll all be over.

Enjoy!

It was just the two of them, sitting in the sterile hospital room, staring into each other's eyes, both at a loss for words. Woody had never been alone with his daughter before. But the fact that Jordan trusted him enough to leave him alone with Emma while she went home to shower and change made him feel a little bit better. He watched as Emma watched him, her blue eyes closing in sleep. Woody tentatively reached out his hand and took Emma's in his. She didn't flinch or pull away, something Jordan without a doubt would have done. He could tell she was fighting sleep.

"Go to sleep Emma," Woody said, using the hand that wasn't in hers to brush pieces of her dark hair out of her eyes.

"Can you sing to me like Mommy does?" Emma asked, her eyes growing heavier with every second.

Woody hesitated. "Sure," he replied. "What do you want me to sing? Hush Little Baby, Mockingbird, Itsy Bitsy Spider …?" Woody listed off.

"No, I Need You," Emma stated, finally giving into sleep and allowing her eyes to close but not drifting off into sleep.

Woody looked at her like she was crazy but she couldn't see because her eyes were closed. "The Kinks?" he asked, dumbfounded.

Emma nodded her head and Woody resisted the urge to laugh. Only Jordan would sing their daughter The Kinks and he couldn't help but swell a little with pride. He was glad that she remembered how much he loved the Kinks and even though he himself wasn't there with Emma, Jordan was at least exposing her to some of the things that Woody would have.

"Well?" Emma asked impatiently, waiting for him to start singing.

Woody laughed. She was defiantly Jordan's daughter. He took a deep breath and recited the song he knew by heart. "I need you,
I need you more than birds need the sky. I need you, it's true little girl,
That you can lift the tears from my eyes."

With her eyes still closed, a smile crossed Emma's pretty little face and an identical one broke out on Woody's. He continued to sing.

"But if you ever tell me good-bye, I'll break down and you'll hear me cry. I need you, More than anybody else has needed anyone before.

I need you, There's no one else to stand in your place. I need you, you know little girl, That you can keep the smile on my face."

Her breathing became slower and easier and Woody fought another urge to laugh.

"But if you ever tell me good-bye, I'll break down and you'll hear me cry. I need you, More than anybody else has needed anyone before.

I need you, There's no one else to stand in your place. I need you, you know little girl, That you can keep the smile on my face."

Jordan walked into the room, taking in the sight that she wanted to laugh at. There was Emma, laying with her eyes closed on her hospital bed, listening to Woody sing her I Need You by the Kinks; the song that Jordan had sung her almost every night since the day she was born.

"But if you ever tell me good-bye, I'll break down and you'll hear me cry. I need you, More than anybody else has needed anyone before. More than anybody else has needed anyone before. I need you, I need you, I need you." Woody finished the song just as Emma fell into a light sleep and he sighed a sigh of relief, glad that he was able to comfort his daughter in a way that he thought he may not have been able to do.

"Bravo," Jordan said as she walked into the room.

Woody wheeled around in his chair, frightened by the voice of someone he didn't know was there. "Jordan," he said, trying to keep the amused tone out of his voice. "How long have you been there?"

Jordan smiled from ear to ear. "Long enough to hear you sing the Kinks," she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice.

Woody turned his head away with a smile, slightly embarrassed. "What mother sings her daughter the Kinks?" he asked, a slight kidding accusation in his voice.

"A mother who's raising her daughter alone. A mother who wants her daughter to know something about her father," Jordan said, slightly more serious.

Woody dipped his head in shame. "Jordan I'm so sorry," he pleaded. But she shook her head and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"It's in the past Woody. And I'm just as much to blame as you are. I know that if I told you about Emma you would have been back here faster than light. But it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that you're in her life now. And that's all she needs," Jordan said, her eyes glued to Emma's sleeping figure.

Woody turned his eyes to their daughter as well, smiling at the sight of her tiny body curled under the blankets and a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips even though she was sleeping.

"I'm back for good Jordan," he said, reaching his hand across Emma's bed and taking Jordan's in his. "And I'm not going anywhere."