Warning: Character death.
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"So I meet someone last week," he began softly, "She was pretty, brown hair, brown eyes, nice smile and she was interested in me. It got down to time to take care of business, and I couldn't," he smiled softly, "Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up Montana," he could hear the echo of her laughter like she was right next to him. "So needless to say, I don't think she will be calling again."
He stopped to take a breath, "He would almost be five today. Yeah, I said he. How do I know he was a 'he'? Wishful thinking I guess, and the fact that most of the Messer woman where made that way through marriage."
"You know how much I love you right? How much I loved you? That if it could have been me in that car when that drunken son of a bitch barreled through the stop light, instead of you two, I would do it in a heartbeat. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you sooner, that I couldn't give you children before. The day you agreed to marry me was the happiest day of my life Montana, I'm just sorry that I never got a chance to make you my wife. If I had known you were pregnant, I would have wrapped you up in a bubble wrap and never let you outta my sight, but even the doctors said you were so early in the first trimester, you probably didn't even know," he stopped to wipe the tears away.
"It's completely your fault that I haven't gotten laid in…." he trailed off, "How's it your fault?" he asked, he could hear her giggling mocking him, "Because they aren't you. They don't feel the same as you, not as soft. They don't mock me, or make fun of me, like you do, or did. Every time I touch someone, all I can think about is you."
"Yeah I know, when did I become so damn sentimental? The day you walked into the tiger's cage I guess. You changed everything for me, baby. Made me believe in love, made me think I was worth more than what I was. Mac told me one day that love would happen to me, and then boom there you were, telling me what an idiot I was, not falling for any of my old lame ass tricks."
Looking over his shoulder he saw Don pacing back and forth, "Don's givin' me that look again. He doesn't trust me to come here alone, thinks I'm gonna do somethin' stupid. I know like I would do something stupid right?" he grinned.
Standing up slowly he laid his hand on the headstone, "I will always love Lindsay Monroe. In my heart you were my wife, Montana," he barely rasped out, "Daddy loves you too buddy," he bid farewell to the child that neither of them knew they created until it was too late.
A/N: Yes, I know how freakin' said this is. But thanks for reading anyway.