Hey Everyone! Sorry it took so long but I happen to be the queen of procrastination...I was also very mad at Woody and couldn't bring myself to make him nice for quite a while. I hope you forgive me. Questions, comments and criticisms are always welcome. Enjoy!

A/N: I don't own Crossing Jordan, but you already know that...

Woody looked down at his now puke covered shoes. "It a good thing I like you a lot Jordan, because these were my favorite shoes."

"Woody, men should not have favorite shoes." Jordan replied. "But I do suggest buying a comfortable pair because you are now entering a world of many things to do, and only six months to do them."

"We'll be good Jordan, I promise." Woody told her. "Have you gone to the doctor's yet?"

"No, I just found out yesterday. I know it's hard to believe, but after the way you were acting about the whole incident I was just trying to forget it." Jordan said, feeling sad. She hoped that she hadn't done anything to hurt the baby. "I made an appointment for tomorrow at three. Do you want to come?" She asked timidly.

"Of course, we're in this together." Woody reassured her. "What time do you get off?"

"At six, how about you?"

"Six, I'll come pick you up and we'll go out for dinner or something. I'm sure that there are things we need to talk about."

"Okay," Jordan said. "See you at six."

Walking back to the morgue Jordan felt much calmer. She had done it. She had told Woody, and much to her surprise he didn't freak out. She felt so much better now that he knew about the baby and she had a feeling that things were only going to get better.

Woody decided to take the rest of the day off. He left the precinct and decided to go on a walk around the city. While walking he though about many different things, mainly the fact that in a little under six months he was going to become a father with the most beautiful woman in the world, a woman who deserved more than he could ever give. Then a thought struck him, there was something he could give. And with that thought he turned into the store next to him on the street.

Woody was very happy with what he had thought of, and he was pretty sure that Jordan would love it. He whistled a happy tune as he walked to the morgue to pick Jordan up. He decided that she would pick the restaurant as he wanted to make sure she would be capable of eating the food and keeping it down. He had now learned that the 'morning' part of 'morning sickness' didn't apply to Jordan. The elevator dinged open and he got out and went to her office.

"Hello, Jordan. How are you feeling?" Woody asked as he sauntered into her office.

"Just wonderful, and why in the world are you so chipper at six o'clock at night?" Jordan replied somewhat sarcastically.

"No reason, but I have decided to let you pick where we eat tonight."

"Good I've been craving Szechwan Bean Curd, so Chinese it is." Jordan told him as she grabbed her coat. They walked together to the elevator where they decided that they would take one car and come back to pick up Jordan's later. Woody was very happy with her choice of Chinese as it gave him the perfect opportunity to act on the gift he had bought her today.

When they arrived at the restaurant they were seated immediately. They agreed on ordering Szechwan Bean Curd, Chicken Pad Thai and Sesame Chicken for the meal, and Steamed Dumplings as an appetizer. Once the food was ordered Woody claimed he had to go to the bathroom and went to talk to the waiter. He came back just as the Dumplings were hitting the table and he watched Jordan dig into them with surprising gusto.

"Apparently the baby's hungry tonight." He jokingly said to her.

"Oh that it is," She replied. "And it has a strong liking for Chinese." Jordan devoured most of the dumplings before the food could arrive. Once it did she piled her plate high with rice, bean curd, Pad Thai and Sesame Chicken. Woody had a feeling that food bills would be amounting over the next few months. He had never seen Jordan eat so much food, he just hoped it would be a while until it reappeared. He finished eating about ten minutes before she did and was very anxious for the night to continue. He opted not to take the remaining food home, not that there was much left, for fear that the smell of reheated Chinese would send Jordan over the edge.

It was finally time, the food had been cleared and the moment was just right. The waiter was coming with the cookies, there was no turning back now. He was in, for better or for worse. The waiter set the cookies down on the table and winked at Woody.

"Here you go Jordan, here's your cookie." Woody told Jordan.

"No thanks Woody, you can have it. I ate more than you did and I'm stuffed." She replied.

This was not the way it was supposed to happen. "Really Jordan I insist, have your cookie."

"Woody I can't."

"Jordan, eat the Gosh Darned cookie!" Woody was getting all bent out of shape. She just had to be stubborn, now of all times.

"Fine," she said as she tore open the cookie, broke it in half, pulled out the paper and popped half into her mouth, chewing exasperatedly. "Happy now?"

"Not exactly what I was going for." He told her. "Why don't you read your fortune?"

She looked down at the piece of paper she had haphazardly torn from the cookie. She picked it up and unwrinkled it. It wasn't a very long fortune, just two words.

"Marry Me?"

Jordan couldn't believe it. Why in the world would Woody want to marry her? The girl who just threw a hissy fit over a fortune cookie in the middle of a Chinese restaurant. "Are you serious?" She looked at him disbelievingly. "You want to marry me?"

"Yes, Jordan Cavanaugh." Woody looked at her as he spoke. "I want to marry you. I want to give you my last name and give our baby the last name that we will share. I want us to be one big happy semi-dysfunctional family."

Jordan didn't believe it. Woody wanted to make her his. To give her his last name. Her of all people. Only one thought came to mind and she decided to speak it aloud. "Yes, Woodrow Wilson Hoyt I will marry you."

The whole restaurant broke into applause. Woody took a box from his pocket and opened it in front of her. Inside was the most beautiful engagement band she had ever seen. It was platinum with the perfect size diamond sitting in the center surrounded by small diamonds on either side. He took it out of the box and placed it on her left ring finger. She was now officially going to become Mrs. Woody Hoyt. It was perfect, or as perfect as things could be.

"This fortune is going on the refrigerator." She told him laughingly. "and we can show it to the baby when its born."

"Good idea, but right now let's just go home." With that the future Mr. and Mrs. Woody Hoyt left the building as happy as two people in love could be.