"I, Jordan Marie Cavanaugh, take you, Woodrow Wilson Hoyt, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, to love, honour and cherish until death do us part."

"I, Woody Hoyt, take you Jordan Cavanaugh, to be my lawfully wedded wife; to have and to hole, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, to love, honour and cherish until death do us part."

With this ring I thee wed…

As they looked at one another the solemnity of the occasion hit them. They had both lost so much, but were finally prepared to risk it all one last time. Their first kiss as man and wife was tentative, neither wanting to break the magic that held them.

They signed all the papers, took each other's hand and left the courthouse. Outside, Woody stopped. His face lit like a lightbulb, and he grabbed his wife around the waist, swinging her around.

"Woody! The vows didn't say 'throw thee around at will!'" Jordan was a little upset, but since it was his wedding day she forgave the silly man. This time. He gently put her down, and they kissed once again.

Woody spoke. "We have a lot of time to catch up on, I hope you're prepared to do that on a very regular basis!" His dimples just wouldn't disappear today. He had no regrets, second thoughts or nerves. He didn't want to ask Jordan if she felt the same way – someday maybe, but right now, he wasn't quite brave enough. He thought to himself, so much for no nerves!

Jordan had been shining at him all day with her most beautiful smile, the one he had only seen on a few occasions. "If you're talking about kissing, then yes, the more regularly you kiss me the better! If you're talking about spinning me off my feet, in public…" Here Jordan's smile darkened somewhat. " … you will come to regret it." She kissed him swiftly before grabbing his hand and pulling him to a waiting taxi. They intended to celebrate, so left the vehicles at home.

They gave the driver the address to a swanky restaurant. Woody had ideas about going straight home, but Jordan said she was hungry. "For food, Woodrow! Besides…" Her eyes narrowed, "… you're going to need your strength." He shuddered. He was as thoroughly wrapped around her finger as the wedding band.

They held on to each other tightly in the cab. Jordan was tired from all the excitement and stress. Funny, she thought to herself. This is the best thing I've ever done in my life, I feel wonderful, but I'm completely wrung out. They enjoyed each other in quiet for the duration of their drive.

The restaurant was almost empty because it was still early. They told the Maitre' D about their marriage, and he kindly seated them in a secluded corner. He brought them champagne, compliments of the house.

They raised their glasses to their marriage, to each other, to their absent family, to Lizzie and the six pack, and then they needed refills. Jordan looked at the bubbly and said, "You know, this is really nice, but there's just something about a strong Guinness, isn't there?"

"That's my girl!" Woody leaned over and gently kissed her. Jordan started laughing, and he sat back down with a confused look. "Jordan?"

"I just had a vision of Nigel's face when he sees me with a wedding band. He's going to freak."

"HE's going to freak? I don't want to be there when you tell Lily, they'll hear her in Florida! Someone had better make sure the baby isn't around or she'll lose her hearing."

"Good point. Should we tell them one at a time, or herd them all into the conference room and get it over with?" Jordan wasn't looking forward to that part. "What if we don't tell them? Just wait until the first person sees one of the rings…"

"Oh, that's a good idea. It'll last about two seconds before Nigel's onto us. Hey, you know what?" Woody was beginning to understand Jordan's reluctance to be put on the spot. He mentally slapped himself for not realizing that one much sooner, before the ring fiasco. "Let's call them! They'll be over the worst of the shock before we even see them. It may take the edge off…"

Jordan was already opening her cell. "Good idea."

"Jordan, it's your day off. What the hell are you doing calling work? I absolutely forbid you from…"

"Garret. Stop, I have something to tell you!" She thought he could probably hear the smile in her voice.

"Oh, God, Jordan what now?" Garret thought she sounded rather giddy, which was never a good thing when it came to Jordan. He sincerely hoped she wasn't back into those black rocks around her neck again, that was just… wrong!

"Woody and I got married."

Silence blared at her.

"Garret? I said…"

"I heard you! You've got my attention. Ha ha. Now, what do you really want." He didn't have time for this, he was busy. He vaguely wondered if she'd had a bit too much wine.

"No, really! I am sitting across the table from Woody right now, and we're wearing our new wedding rings. What happened was, Lizzie had kittens and…"

"So that's it! You're a grandmother and that freaks you out. No I will not take a kitten, no I do not know anyone who wants a kitten, and I hope you have a great day off. See you tomorrow, 'Mrs. Hoyt.'" Married. Yeah, right! He did expect them to settle down, but marriage was not something Jordan Cavanaugh was capable of, any more than motherhood. He closed his phone as she continued to pull his leg. Garret Macy wearily rolled his eyes at his favourite ME and got back to work on the mountain of paperwork sitting on his desk.

Jordan looked unsure of herself. "He didn't believe me! Of all the…"

Woody laughed. "Well, honey, I guess you've cried wolf once too often."

"OK, shepherd boy, you call someone. Why not try Seely! Tell him the good news!" This will be good, she thought. If Garret didn't believe her, there was no way the cynical Seely would buy the story.

He dialed Seely's number, and waited. "Seely."

"Hey, Matt! You're never going to guess what I did this morning." Woody smiled at himself.

"Let me guess, you did the horizontal tango with Cavanaugh then swept her off to City Hall for a quickie wedding." Matt was busy, he didn't have time for a Hoyt guessing game. That guy could be really cocky sometimes.

"Uh, part right…" Woody wasn't so confident.

"Whoa! You finally did Cavanaugh? What's she like? Did she, you know…"

"You know what, Seely, forget it. I'll see you tomorrow." Woody clicked his phone shut as he saw Jordan's eyes dance in humour.

"I'm not the only one who cries wolf!" She wondered who WOULD believe them? "I know, she said out loud. She dialed the number, and made a face at Woody when he covered his ears. "Lily? Hi! Say, where are you? – At home? Good. I have some news. – No, I didn't see Dad, although I think I will pretty soon. – Well, yeah, Lizzie did have kittens, how did you know? – Yeah, I guess it has been that long. – Oh, they're really cute, and I'd LOVE to give you one or two, but that's not… - Lily? Lily! – Thank you. Now listen. The reason I'm calling is to tell you that Woody and I got married today."

A moment of silence and then Woody could hear the hysterical laughter pouring from Jordan's phone. He half-smiled, and shook his head. This was obviously not working.

Jordan couldn't get past the laughter. Lily thanked her for such a funny joke and hung up to rescue Maddie who had pulled herself to standing again but still didn't know how to sit down.

Jordan looked at her husband. "We DID get married right? We're not delusional, are we?"

Woody's answer was to snap open his cell and dial a number. Jordan mouthed "who?", but Woody held up a finger. "Hi. Yeah, it's me. – I know, but I have something important to tell you and it couldn't wait." Woody listened for a moment, and his eyes lit up in a sad sort of way. "Bingo! How did you guess?"

Jordan was going crazy now, swatting his arm whispering for him to tell her who he was talking to. She thought perhaps Nigel, though she didn't think he'd guess before Woody could tell him.

"Well, she got this cat, and the cat escaped a few weeks back. Then yesterday, Lizzie, that's the cat, she had kittens. – I know, I'm getting to it! It was weird, with that little fluff ball around we were able to talk, really get over the crap." Woody took her hand and brushed a little kiss onto her knuckles.

"Yeah, sure, she's right here." Woody passed the phone to Jordan.

"Hello?"