Chapter Two
"I don't like you Messer." I told my husband, yeah I ended up marrying his dumb, cheating ass, but we had moved on from that, we decided or well I decided to forgive him, because I knew somewhere deep down in my heart that had it not been for those circumstances he would of never forgotten my birthday or slept with another woman. Yeah it still hurts, but time has healed us. "No, I change my mind, I fuckin' hate you Messer."
"I know you do baby." He smiled as he kissed my hand, which was slowly crushing his. He was so excited he didn't even feel that his bones were about to break. I removed my eyes from him and screamed, I did what the doctor told me to and pushed as hard as I could. I wanted this baby out of me, I wanted to hold him, nurse him, gaze at him and pick what was Danny's and what was mine, but altogether it was ours. "I love you." He whispered against my sweaty forehead before kissing it gently.
Time seemed to stop when the shrill cry came from between my legs. I let out a relieved sigh and laid myself back against my pillow and cried as they rested my baby on my stomach, which previously house him, I turned and looked at Danny whose gaze was focused on our son, and only our son. I couldn't help it; I broke down into tears as they suctioned the baby's nose and mouth. I could never remember being this happy. To tell you the truth, when I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified of this moment, the moment my baby would enter the world. I had always thought that Danny would be nowhere to be found, that, god I don't even know what I was thinking.
"Sir, would you like to cut the cord?" the doctor asked him, smiling sweetly as the baby continued to cry and shiver.
"Yeah." Danny said excitedly as he took the scissors from the doctor and cut our son's umbilical cord, allowing the nurse's to take him and wrap him in a blanket. "Montana." He whispered against my forehead before kissing my gently on the lips.
"Danny." I responded tiredly pulling him back down for a real kiss.
"You did it baby." He smiled as we both turned to look at the nurse with our son in her arms, hidden in the blue blanket.
"Who wants him first? Mommy or Daddy?" she asked sweetly looking between us. I smiled and nodded towards Danny, who was practically shaking from excitement.
"Go ahead daddy." I said squeezing his hand and smiling at him.
I watched as Danny sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the blue blanket to be placed in his arms. It was an awkward transition from the nurse to Danny as the baby began to cry again. Danny thanked the nurse then turned to look at me. I've never seen him smile like this before. God, I'm gonna cry again, I just can't help it.
"Look Montana, look what we did." He whispered to me as he returned his gaze back to our son. He placed a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead and smiled when he yawned.
"I know Dan, isn't he perfect?" I asked leaning my head on his shoulder gazing down at our little boy, his newborn blue eyes disappearing behind his eyelids.
"Yeah." Danny agreed as he brought the baby closer to him and leaned his head down, rubbing his nose gently against our son's, a single tear rolling down his cheek as soon as their noses touched and our little boy's eyes looked straight into his father's for the first time. "I love you." I don't know who exactly he was talking to, but I knew he loved us both.
"We never picked a name." I informed him as I ran my finger down the baby's rosy cheeks. I watched as the baby starting to make the suction motion with his mouth and arranged myself so I could nurse him properly. Danny gently placed the baby in my arms and I lifted up my shirt exposing my breast and gently bringing the baby to it. He immediately latched on and started to suck. I have to admit it wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but the emotions in stirred in me; I couldn't control myself and started to cry again.
"I almost lost this." Danny whispered resting his forehead against my temple as he stroked the top of our son's head and watched him nurse. I didn't know how to respond, he very well could've lost us. So I just moved my head and kissed his forehead.
"But you didn't, we're right here Dan." I whispered as I moved the baby so I could burp him. We needed to pick a name, because I'm starting to get sick of calling him the baby.
"I'm sorry." He said as he watched, smiling when he heard the baby start to cry again.
"It's over now Danny. Let's work on a name for him." I said settling the baby back against my breast, I've never felt this close or important to anyone in my whole life, but watching my son nurse off me, I couldn't even explain it. I smiled and placed a gentle kiss to my son's head when he locked eyes with me. This little boy, he was mine, I finally met him, and he's mine and Danny's, and I've never been happy to call something mine in my entire life. This, he is the most precious thing.
"You still want Daniel as the first name?" he asked me running his finger over the baby's ear.
"Or the middle, defiantly one or the other." I said before burping the baby again, slightly humming trying to lull him to sleep.
"Nolan or Rocco?" that's what it came down to, Irish or Italian. Danny lives and breathes Italian; most of his whole family still speaks it. So the choice was simple. The little boy in my arms, his name would be Rocco Daniel Messer.
"Rocco, defiantly." I said both of our gazes settled on the sleeping baby, his nose scrunched up slightly.
"Rocco Daniel." He said as he slightly stroked Rocco's cheek careful not to wake him. "I like it."
"Good." I whispered as Danny took Rocco and gently set him in the bassinet before crawling back in the bed beside me and joining me in my peaceful slumber.
3 Years Later
"Roc, man come on lets go we're gonna be late." I heard Danny call down the hall towards our son's room. I was so excited, I almost blurted it out quite a few times, but I decided I was going to save it for his birthday next week.
"Coming daddy." I heard the sweet voice reply as Rocco appeared in the hallway, Red Sox cap on his head and glove in his hand. I couldn't help but smile as Danny narrowed his eyes jokingly at the little boy. "Ready."
"Yeah? Nice hat, traitor." Danny said as he scooped Rocco into his arms and tickled him. I loved the sound of Rocco's laugh, it was so sweet and innocent, and made me smile every time.
"Daddy, daddy, stop." The little boy cried in between breaths. Danny stopped and held the little boy close to his chest. "Love you." Danny said fixing the baseball cap on his son's head. "Even if you are a Red Sox fan."
"I love you too Daddy." He beamed as Danny set him down on the ground to get his shoes.
"Okay Montana we're outta here." He said before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my lips. I smirked and pulled him back down for a real kiss, our tongues dueling as I snuck my hands underneath his shirt, resting them just above his waistband. "Hm…when I get home, we'll finish, I promise." He said kissing me again before taking Rocco's hand and leading him to the door. "Love you Montana."
"Love you Mommy." Rocco soon followed smiling at me and waving goodbye.
"Love you both." I said watching from my seat on the couch as they left. I lay down with all the intentions of a nap, and that's exactly what I did.
"Mrs. Messer? Are you in there?" I heard a voice ask on the other side of the door.
"Hold on." I said getting myself off the couch, placing my hand on my stomach trying to prevent myself from throwing up. "Yes?" I asked opening the door to an officer I didn't recognize.
"Mrs. Messer?" he asked and I nodded. "There's been an accident, your son's fine but…" he stammered off refusing to look me in the eye.
"But what? Where's Danny? What happened to Rocco and Danny?" I begged tears pricking my eyes and my stomach churning.
"Rocco's fine, your husband didn't make it." He told me, I couldn't do anything but collapse against the door and allow myself to throw up from grief and morning sickness. Damn Danny Messer and I couldn't do anything but let the tears fall.