It was the middle of January, and winter had come back to wrap his icy fingers around the Big Apple. Starring from the cold, the life in New York was on a down level.

Even the criminals seemed to have kind of a winter break, and so was it that on a Wednesday forenoon Danny and Lindsay walked through the shopping mile, which was – as almost every street – abandoned.

"Are you sure you're not cold?", Danny asked again for the – as Lindsay felt – umpteenth time. He was holding her in his arms while going along the endless row of shop windows.

With red cheeks, her breath forming a white cloud in the air, lindsay stooped walking.

"Messer, I am from Montana. I am used to cold winters. Okay, I am pregnant, but that doesn't mean i am sick, okay? I wear at least two hundred pounds of clothes, I really feel fine."

She took his arm from her shoulder and angrily went on.

"Linds, come on. Hey.."

"And don't forget. It also is your fault that I am pregnant, okay?" Lindsay did not know why his question had made her so upset. Actually, she loved knowing that Danny took care for her. Yes, she loved his new way of seeing dangers everywhere, trying to keep her and the baby safe. The way he looked at her was new but seemed so familiar, she would never want to miss it again.

The way his eyes began to shine every time his gaze fell on the baby belly always gave her the feeling of deepest, truest love, always filled her with the warm embrace the life in the city hadn't given her without him.

Finally, when the freezing air had filled her lungs and her thoughts had filled her heart, she stopped and waited for Danny, who appeared just a few seconds later.

She turned around and looked deep into his eyes.

"I am sorry, Danny."

She really was. Actually, she knew that it was the hormons fault when she suddenly became upset, or sad, or absolutely happy, and she knew that he knew, but she still was sorry when gaggling him.

He took her hands.

"Linds, it is okay."

He smiled. "I know, I sometimes act like I was the mother and not you.."

She leaned in until their foreheads touched. That wasn't as easy as it had been a few months before, ecspecially when carrying a couple of clothes over a quite hugh belly, but that was okay.

"Danny. It wasn't a "fault" that I got pregnant."

Her lips touched his for a second.

"At first, it was a wonderful night". Another short, teasing kiss.

"And then, I think, it was the best that could had happened."

The next kiss deepened and warmth filled both of them, until Lindsays head shot back and she grinned, her hand touching her stomach.

"Someone knows we're talking about him. Or her."

Dannys hand joined hers, but of course they couldn't feel anything through the thick fabric.

Although his hand was warm on hers.

Smiling, with his face to her stomach, Danny whispered, "You think it was faith? That heaven sent this little angel inside there to save us?"

Lindsay took his hand and kissed the rough finger tips. "Maybe. But I also think it was you and me. And love."

Danny smiled and put all the love he had in his heart into his glance.

When they went on through the ankle-high snow, leaving there footsteps side-to-side and tight in each others arms, Danny whispered, "When it is a girl her second name should be "Montana"."