This one goes out to that Laurzz chick ;) Happy Belated Birthday!
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TV flashes down the hall,
Painting pictures on the wall,
And you're still sleeping on my knees
And in the glow of silver light,
I trace the lines above your eyes,
Just another wrinkle that you can blame on me...
-Faith Hill; You Stay With Me
The blue screen of the television cast a glow across the Messer living room. Lindsay Messer sat on their overstuffed couch, ankles crossed on the coffee table and Danny's head on her lap. Their daughter was spending the weekend in Staten with her grandparents while the couple rejoiced in alone time on their rare weekend off. The summer air drifted through the open window; carrying the scent of hot dogs and exhaust fumes, filling the apartment with the sounds of traffic, sirens, and clanging trash cans. Her fingers traced the worry lines around his eyes and she dipped her head to press a kiss to his forehead.
He stirred slightly and burrowed against her thigh, his mouth slightly askew and blond hair all mussed. Lindsay's nails trailed through his golden locks and over his scalp. She couldn't fathom how the years had passed so quickly; they had known one another almost ten years now, been married seven years and had a beautiful daughter together. Despite everything, all the forces of the universe that had formed against them, they were still together – Montana and her Cowboy.
All the times she had tried to run from his love, every time his self-destructive nature had almost cost them everything, had been overcome. Lindsay half-expected to wake up one morning alone in her bed, in her old apartment in Bozeman with fate laughing cruelly in her ear. Sometimes her life was just too good to be true, sure there had been a lot of pain, but each bad thing brought a new and wonderful gift to her life.
When she looked in the mirror she wasn't a fan of what she saw. She looked older than her years, her face was too round, her clothes didn't fit right, she was too short, her hair never looked as good as it did on the model in the magazine. Danny never seemed to notice any of that; he called her beautiful every single day. He told her she looked gorgeous – even when she was in a pair of sweats and one of his tees, her unwashed hair in a messy bun, no-makeup and a laundry basket tucked under one arm. Some days, Lindsay Messer thought her husband needed his eyes checked.
Lindsay was the moodiest person she knew, next to their pre-teen daughter and Lucy's drama queen attitude. Danny never seemed to mind a bit. He'd stay clear of her when she was homicidal, pick-up chocolate when she needed some, help Lucy on her homework when she was exhausted, rub her shoulders when she was tense. She didn't know what she had done to deserve it, but she was grateful for it.
Danny wasn't perfect by any means; they fought like cats and dogs, he made her cry til her eyes were all puffy, and she sometimes wanted nothing more than to slap that crooked grin off his face, but at the end of the day he was the man she had always wanted.
He kept his end of the bargain, everything he had promised in the hallway outside of the clerk's office. Danny Messer was everything she had ever wanted, all she had ever needed. Even when she didn't deserve it, still there when she didn't quite want it, his love was constant. As his wife she'd never understand why he never left her, even when he had the chance, he still stayed with her.
So should I do Danny's POV as well?
