Prompt: lay
Lindsay sighed loudly and turned on her side. It was nearly two in the morning and she wasn't any closer to sleep than she had been two hours ago.
She glared as Danny snored peacefully beside her. Why did he get to sleep? They were getting married in two weeks and all she was dealing with everyday was problems. Where would they sit Danny's thirty-two hundred cousins? What would happen if the hotel rooms she'd reserved for her family got messed up? Or if her mother's constant badgering about how annoying it was that she couldn't have the wedding in Montana made her head explode?
She glared at Danny again, and then she lifted her leg and kicked him in the ribs. He grunted, but settled back down to sleep.
She kicked him again.
"Fuck," he said as he woke up suddenly, "Did you kick me?"
"No," she said petulantly, "Why would I do that? Just because I'm exhausted and have been up for hours thinking about everything that could go wrong in the next two weeks."
"That was sarcasm, right? I'm not really awake yet."
"Yes, it was sarcasm, and yes I woke you up. Now, I need to be entertained so tell me a story."
"A story? Montana, its two in the morning."
"No really, because I haven't noticed that even though I've been staring at the clock for the last 120 minutes."
Danny sighed, "What kind of story do you want?"
"A good one. Tell me a story about you. Something you don't know."
"What could be left that you don't know?"
Lindsay was silent for a moment, "Well, maybe…your name. I don't know where your name came from."
"What? Of course you do."
"No, no I don't. Come on; tell me how you got named Daniel."
Danny moved around a little more, trying to get comfortable, and then lifted his arm so she could snuggle close to him, "Well, my uncle's name was Daniel. He was a lot older than my father was, almost fifteen years, and he came to America first. He spent years working and sent all the money back to Italy to get my father here while he was still young. He got my father a job, took care of him for years, but the work took a toll on him and he died before he was forty."
"That's so sad."
"It is, but my dad always said it was what my uncle wanted, to get him here and to give him a good life. He always wanted to pay tribute to him in some way so when he I came around I got named Daniel."
"That's beautiful."
"What about you? Where did the name Lindsay come from?"
"No where as sentimental as yours. My mother couldn't get pregnant for a long time, I've told you, she had me late in life. She said that one day she was watching television and this show was on and this character named Lindsay was talking about how nothing was impossible, about how all you had to do was believe and you could make anything happen. While the show was on she got a call from the doctor and found out she was pregnant. And I had a name about ten seconds after that."
"That's so cute and Montanay."
She smacked him on the arm, "Shut up, Messer."
"So, what about our kids. What kind of names are we going to torture them with?"
"I don't know, but I guess we have about 8 months to figure it out."'
Danny smiled and placed his hand over her stomach, "I can't wait to announce it at the wedding. The grandparents are going to flip."
"Everyone is." She looked up at him and smiled, "I love you Daniel Messer."
"I love you Lindsay Monroe soon to be Messer."
Lindsay slept perfectly that night and every night afterward until the wedding.