Prompt: Pain
Lindsay had tried to stay up until Danny got home for his shift, but as the night went on exhaustion started to set in. Finally, around one am she headed for his bedroom, figuring they'd enjoy their Sunday off much more if she was awake for it.
Changing into Danny's shirt, she climbed under the covers and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
The next thing she was aware of was the hand pressing against her back and the lips against her cheek.
"Lindsay, Lindsay, baby, wake up."
She blinked a few times a she tried to wake up, clearly confused. It was Danny, Danny was home, but he was calling her Lindsay. She could count the number of times he called her Lindsay on her ten fingers.
"What's wrong?" she said, springing up and almost knocking him over, "What's wrong, Danny?"
"I need….it was…." His eyes were red, his hands shaking, "It was a fucking baby, Lindsay, a fucking baby."
"Oh God."
"I just…I kept thinking…" he put his hands on her stomach, barely round with their child and let out a cry, "I need….oh god, I need you."
"It's okay," she whispered, pulling him down with her so they lay side by side, "I'm here."
"I don't know…I don't know what I'd do…."
"Shhh," she whispered, kissing his cheek, his nose, and his lips, "Don't think about it. Don't think about any of it anymore."
She pressed her lips against his, silencing his reply. He rolled, pulling her on top of him, pulling her as close as she could, his hands roaming up and down her body as if proving that she was there, whole, and safe.
When he finally let go, she lifted herself to her knees, straddling him as she pulled his t-shirt over her head.
He groaned rolling them so he was on top, touching her everywhere.
"Montana."
"I'm right here," she said, her voice shaking a little as his hands roamed her now-naked body, "I'll always….we'll always be right here."