"Damn it! That guy did it, I know it!" Flack said to Lindsay that night when they arrived home from work.

"Don, we can't go on intuition. Believe me I get that vibe from him too, but--."

"I know, science will work its magic. You sound like Mac these days, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't." She said smiling. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Not really in the mood to eat tonight. Just rather watch the game if that's alright with you Linds."

"No I'll watch it with you. Who is it, Yankees and Red Sox?"

"Yea, but I'm sure you're just watching for Damon's ass, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. But I usually just imagine it's yours." She said walking into the bedroom.

The past 6 months had been the best years of the Don Flack's life, basically he had shared it with Lindsay Flack. Their wedding had been beautiful. (Of course it was back in Montana.) All of their friends had been there; Stella was her Maid of Honor, Danny was his Best Man. It was a great night. The honeymoon was better. Cancun had been gorgeous (although they saw more of their bedroom rather than Cancun itself).

"Here, just eat this." Lindsay said handing a bowl of peanuts at him.

"And what, no--."

"Here's your beer Don."

"What a woman. Cheers." He said holding up his bottle, while Lindsay held hers up as well. "To our future as one." He said trying not to laugh.

"That was really corny Don." She said laughing.

"Shut up, the game is starting." He scolded her putting his arm around her. He kissed her on the forehead. She leaned her head into his shoulder. And smiled at the sight of Johnny Damon.

About 3 hours later Flack was going nuts; it was tied 1-1 into the bottom of the ninth, and NY was up.

"Don, settle down."

"How can you tell me to settle down? Look at the score babe!"

"Okay, okay. I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Fine just leave!" He yelled. She smiled to herself.

Flack was sitting on the couch with a look of disgust on his face. He heard Lindsay coming into the room. He got up to see her and said, "They lost Ortiz hit a—what is that?"

"Well, Don, I think that we're going to be (she paused) parents." She said crying happily. He ran over to her picked her up and kissed her. The were forehead to forehead as they headed into their bedroom, the game in the back of their minds.