A/N: It's a miracle how much music is my muse! I was listening to the song that inspired this oneshot of M&M and I had to write it! This is my first M&M story, so R&R please to let me know if I should continue it, because this could go from a oneshot to a full-fledged story c: The song is 'Every Other Weekend' by Reba McEntire and Kenny Chesney.

"Is all of your stuff together?" Lindsay Messer asked her two kids, Lucy and Aaron. Seven year old Lucy and five year old Aaron each nodded their heads. Lindsay stood up and put their backpacks into the backseat of their Camry. It was Friday, their weekend with Danny Messer.

[Every other Friday, it's toys and clothes in backpacks]

"Alright, let's go see Daddy, everyone!" she said as cheerfully as she could. She and Danny had filed for divorce two years before, due to 'irreconcilable differences', and she missed him terribly.

[Is everybody in? Okay, let's go see Dad]

She pulled into the parking lot of the diner that was right between both of their apartments and waited until Danny's Malibu pulled in. She got out and hugged her kids, kissing their foreheads.

"You have to call me when you get to Dad's, okay? I love you", she said. They chorused an 'Okay, Mom, I love you too'.

[Same time, in the same spot. Corner of the same old parking lot, half the hugs and kisses there are always sad]

She looked at Danny and reluctantly let her kids go with their father. They shared a silent look and Lindsay felt her heart break in two.

"Have fun with them, Danny. They miss you", she whispered.

"I will, Linds", he replied. His own blue eyes seemed pained.

[We trade a couple words, and looks, and kids again every other weekend]

Danny Messer's smile widened when he saw Lucy and Aaron run into his arms. He hugged them tightly and lifted them up. He had only missed weekends with his twice since the entire divorce. The Fridays he spent with his kids were his favorite. He looked up at Lindsay, who was smiling sadly at their children. He was lucky she didn't try to keep them from him.

[Every other weekend, very few exceptions. I pick up the love we made in both my arms]

When they reached Danny's apartment, they plopped on the sofa for the new movie Danny had gotten them. He set the grilled cheese sandwiches with them, the crust cut neatly off.

[It's movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crusts off]

"But that's not the way Mom makes it, Daddy", Aaron said. Lucy frowned at her little brother, looking very much like Lindsay when she scolded them. Danny's heart nearly split in two.

['But that's not the way Mom makes it, Daddy', it breaks my heart]

These weekends were bittersweet; he got to see his kids, but he didn't get to have their mother. He loved Lindsay still, and he would still wake up in the morning occasionally, half-expecting the past two years to be nothing but a dream.

[I miss everything I used to have with her again, every other weekend]

Back at the parking lot, he couldn't tell Lindsay he still loved her. There were too many little ears and too many questions.

[But I can't tell her I love her (I can't tell him I love him) 'cause there's too many questions and ears in the car]

Lindsay smiled sadly at Danny. It was a hard impulse to control not to hug him. She wanted to be told everything was okay.

[So I don't tell him I miss him (I don't tell her I need her)]

They both locked eyes, and traded a small goodbye. They moved away from the cars and Lindsay got into her car. They had to have been over each other by now.

[She's over me (He's over me), that's where we are]

Danny corralled the kids into his Malibu and got in, starting it up. It hurt that this was as close as they were going to be.

[So we're as close as we might ever be again, every other weekend]

Lindsay got out of bed and pulled on her robe, walking into the living room. It was Saturday now, and there was no little voices telling her good morning. She flipped on the TV to drown out the silence.

[Every other Saturday, first thing in the morning. I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away]

She knew why they'd broken up, she didn't know why she'd let it. Seeing Danny Messer killed her. She sat down on the couch and let herself cry. Falling in love with him was the best and worst thing she'd ever done.

[I know why, but I don't know why we ever let this happen. Falling for forever was a big mistake]

There was a little housework, laundry, dishes and such, but it wasn't enough to fill her day. She needed something to keep her mind off of her family.

[There's so much not to do, and all day not to do it in, every other weekend]

It was Sunday and Danny pulled into the parking lot of the diner to wait for Lindsay. Lucy and Aaron were content with the radio station. Lucy, stubborn as she was, had insisted on country music. So much like her mother...

As soon as Lindsay's Camry rolled in and parked, the kids jumped out of Danny's car to hug their mother, squealing with delight.

[Every other Sunday, I empty out my backseat while my children hug their mother in the parking lot]

They looked up at each other, smiling softly.

"Did you have fun?" she asked, standing up. He nodded.

"Yeah, I really did. I missed 'em", he replied.

[We don't touch, we don't talk much. Maybe goodbye to each other]

The kids hopped into the car, seemingly ready to tell their mother all about their weekend with Dad. Lindsay went to get into the car, but stumbled and nearly fell. Danny grabbed her arms and righted her on her feet. Her big brown eyes were wide.

"Careful, Montana", he said. She smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Danny", she replied. She started her car and drove away.

[Then she drives away with every piece of heart I got. I reconvince myself we did the right thing, every other weekend]

Lindsay drove down the street, looking up into the rearview mirror. She tried not to focus on Danny's face, forever embedded in her mind.

"How was your weekend, kids?" she asked.

"It was so great, Mom! We saw that movie 'How to Train Your Dragon'!" Lucy replied, jabbering on about how Daddy had gotten her a Justin Bieber shirt.

"How did you like it, Aaron?" Lindsay asked. He shrugged, waving his hand for 'so-so'. He didn't really talk much, he was more like his dad in that respect.

[I don't tell her I love her (I don't tell him I love him)]

"Do you still love Daddy, Mom?" Lucy asked in her innocent seven-year-old way.

['Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car]

She smiled softly and laughed.

"That's a very grownup question, sweetheart", Lindsay replied. When they nodded to each other and ducked into their respective cars, Danny had looked like he wanted to say something.

[So I don't tell him I miss him (I don't tell her I need her)]

They were still Aaron and Lucy's parents, nothing more. They hadn't worked out as husband and wife, but they would be civil to each other.

[She's over me (He's over me), that's where are]

"Mom! I forgot my pillow in Dad's car, we have to go back!" Lucy shrieked. Lindsay pulled out her phone and called Danny.

"I was just about to call you. Lucy forgot her pillow", Danny said.

"I'm turning around now", Lindsay replied with a chuckle. They hung up.

[So we're as close as we might ever be again every other weekend]

Danny held up the pink flowered pillow as she pulled in.

[Yeah, for fifteen minutes, we're a family again]

Lindsay chuckled and took the pillow from Danny.

"Thanks", she said.

[God, I wish that he was still with me again. Every other weekend]