Lindsay was curled up in a ball at the foot of her bed staring out at the chunks of snow gently falling onto the New York City (okay Queens) Street. There was a soft glow from the multitude of multicolored Christmas lights as well as the streetlights outside. She could make out kids playing in the newly fallen snow. A snowman was being rolled and put together by a group of kids, while another group of little girls made snow angels, and several boys (including some fiesty little girls) began a snowball fight. She was quite content in the warmth of her bed, snuggled up just watching them and thinking.

Was this life growing inside her going to be a rambunctious little boy, pestering and teasing the girls with snowballs, or a little angel flooping into the snow and swimming for a minute in order to make the perfect wings of a snow angel? Yes, Lindsay Monroe was in a good place, one she didn't foresee herself in when that stick came back with a little pink plus sign.

She fell asleep to the thoughts of her child, and the man that had surprised her in so many ways, the man who made her life a living hell, the man that kept a watchful eye over her, the man who followed her to Montana, the man that made her fall, and fall hard. Only to catch her right as she was about to hit the bottom. He asked her to marry him, sure it wasn't the right time, but still, he asked, which was more than she thought she was going to get. Yes, Lindsay was done with glass half empty. Although, she did love the feeling when her low bar of expectations was met and doubled time and time again.

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It was around 6pm, and Danny Messer was searching the halls for his girlfriend, he hadn't seen her in hours, granted he was out in the field. Searching the labs and bull pen, he found nothing, until he ran into Mac Taylor shifting through some files.

"Mac, Any idea where Lindsay got to?"

" Yea, I sent her home around 4, she looked exhausted and it's been a light day, thought she could use the rest."

"Okay, thanks Mac, I'll a, I'll see you tomorrow." Danny called as he hurried off to the locker room to gather his belongings before wrapping up and jumping on a subway towards Lindsay's.

On the 7 train he noticed a woman with a small toddler, and one in the oven. Danny smiled as the toddler kept disobeying his mother's orders to sit still. The kid got up to stand on the seat to look out the window, and he played daredevil jumping and swinging around the car. The woman let out an exasperated sigh. "You are you're father's son."

At that Danny down right laughed. Between his misadventures as a child and all of Lindsay's tomboy antics, their kid was bound to hear that saying quite often. He smirk grew even more if that was possible, their kid. Wow who would have thought Danny Messer, a dad, and actually okay with it.

Danny let himself into Lindsay's apartment with the key she had given him a few months back. Her apartment was lit only by the glow of the Christmas tree she had put up, the soft glow slightly illuminating all that was necessary. The apartment was quiet which could only mean she had listened to Mac and was indeed sleeping.

He slipped his shoes and coat off at the door, and padded his way down the short hallway to her bedroom. Pushing the door open he saw her fast asleep at the foot of the bed facing the window. The woman had a thing with precipitation. Rain, snow, hail, whatever she loved it. But he got it, it was peaceful.

He slowly walked over to her bed and gently crawled in behind her, pulling her back to his chest. She snuggled in with a contented sigh. "You're home." she smiled.

"Yea I'm home." he repeated squeezing her a little tighter and placing a kiss at the base of her neck. "Have a nice nap?"

"I was until you woke me." she teased

'Sorry, go back to sleep sweetheart.' he whispered in her ear as he kissed the spot behind her ear, which illisted a moan from her. Lindsay turned around in his arms so they were now face to face.

'I have a better idea.' she said with sly smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a tended and lingering kiss to his lips. That kiss quickly advanced into something much much more as Danny wound his arms tighter around her small albeit rounding body pulling her closer and tighter to his body. The kiss deepened with dueling tounges, before they pulled away breathlessly.

'How you feeling?'

'Pretty good. Very good.' she smiled as she kissed him again. They lay their together for a little while just enjoying one anothers company watching the snow fall when Danny spoke again.

'So, Mac knows, Stella has very good reason to believe, does any one else know?' Danny asked as he gently rubbed her barely there baby bump.

'Adam saw me throwing up the other day, I told him it was just a bug.' she smiled.

'So our kid's a bug?'

'Hey, you're the one who bet I wouldn't eat them.' she smiled as she cuddled further into him.

'I guess it does fit.' he smirked as he pulled her closer and rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm her up. 'You tell your parents yet?'

'No,' she said sadly, 'I a, I wanted to know exactly where we stood before I told them anything. Knowing them they'd be asking about you.' she smiled.

'Any parent would want to know about the father.'

'I do love you by the way.' she said kissing the under side of his jaw

'I love you too.' he smiled down at her and captured her lips in another seering kiss.

'Why do you ask?' she questioned as they broke away from the kiss.

'Just trying to figure out how I'm gonna tell my ma.'

'What you can't be straight forward: I knocked up my girlfriend.' she laughed.

'Linds, you are so much more than that, and I did not knock you up.'

'Oh please, you did.'

'That makes this kid sound, well not loved.' he broke off looking at her, 'You are having my kid, you were not knocked up.' he said pointedly. She simply laughed,

'Okay. I'm having your, our baby, our kid.' she laughed.

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'So, Linds, what are you doing for christmas?' Danny asked as they manuvered around the kitchen making dinner.

'Um I work Christmas day, I'm off Christmas eve, why?' she asked looking up from the bubbling pasta sauce.

'Come to Staten Island with me?' he asked/stated. Lindsay laughed

'Why?'

'Why not, what's the point spending Christmas alone, I love you, come meet my ma, she'll love ya, then will give her a grandkid.' he smirked.

'You have it all planned out there Danny?'

'Yea sort of.' he said as he turned and boxed her into the counter. 'Please, don't make me face them alone.'

'Aw Dan, you love your mother, and her cooking, you make it sound like its pulling teeth.'

'Well…'

'Danny!'

'I'm just saying, I want them to meet you, to meet the mother of my kid.'

'You like saying that don't you?'

'What?'

'My kid, our kid.' She smirked

'I guess so. So will you come?'

'Yea Danny, I'll come.' she smiled.

'Good. Now the pasta's ready, how's the sauce?'