Greetings, FanFiction readers! This story is sort of a sequel to my other story, "All That Really Mattered", but can stand on its own, and can be read before or after it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY
Danny Messer was always one of those naive bachelors.
He was the kind that always got the girl at the end of the chick flicks that he disliked so much. The kind that never made his bed unless his mother was visiting and never wore a tuxedo unless it was prom night or someone was getting married.
Whether it was the thought that there was no one meant for him or whether he was just enjoying the single life, Danny Messer had no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't ever end up in a relationship longer than eight months, and would never dream of a wedding.
Thinking about his past beliefs, Danny was surprised at how wrong he had been. Sure, he would be making his bed a lot more than he would have liked, and he may even end up watching a few chick flicks on date night, but none of that mattered.
Because he realized now that while he may not have ever dreamed of a wedding, his wife was a dream come true.
As always, I would really appreciate reviews!