Danny Messer crawled back into bed behind his fiancée, Lindsay Monroe. He snuggled in behind her pulling her close.
"Gabs is sleeping now. We should be good for the rest of the night," he whispered into her ear, kissing her neck gently.
He felt her body shake, as if she was crying, "What's wrong, Montana?"
"Nothing," she said softly, well pulling away from him.
"You usually like to cuddle, baby," he touched her shoulder as she jerked away from him again.
"Yeah well that's what got us here in the first place," she grumbled.
He reaches out to touch her again, and she turns around and glares at him, "God can't you just leave me alone for one night? It's bad enough you already knocked me up again, you asshole!" she growled at him.
His mouth opened and shut in stunned silence.
"Yeah that's right. So you ready to run yet? Obviously I am very fertile. Not even six months have passed since Gabby was born and I'm pregnant again. You want me to st……" her tirade was cut off suddenly when he hooked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her hard, passionately.
"I love you," he said sternly when he did pull back; "I hope you have 8 more of my kids. I ain't ever going anywhere."
"You don't think it is too early?" she asked her bottom lip trembling a little.
"They will be best friends. It will be great," he smiled, pulling her on top of him.
Lindsay giggled into his chest, "Yeah, maybe in like 20 years. By that time I'll have had 8 more of your kids and we will have our very own Brady Bunch," she rolled her eyes.
"Sounds like a plan to me, Montana," he wrapped his arms around her tight, holding her close.
After a few minutes he said, "So now that you are already knocked up again, that means we can.." he trailed off pulling her up so he could kiss her neck, and remove her clothes.
"Is that all you ever think about, cowboy?" she teased.
"With the mother of my children? You bet your fine ass."