His hand steadied on the doorknob, he had to catch his breath, and he still felt like he had been kicked in the gut. He opened the door to Lindsay's and now his apartment. He tossed his keys on the table near the door, before he tugged on his tie to loosen it. Lindsay heard him coming through the door; she finished brushing her teeth, and washed her ashen face so she didn't look like she had been throwing up all morning. She had thought she was just getting sick from overworking, but the three plus signs later she knew the reason. She was excited to tell Danny, she hoped some good news during his difficult divorce would help raise all their spirits.
"Hi honey," she said brightly, but trailed off at the end, when she saw his fallen face. She immediately rushed to his side when he didn't look at her. She took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her. "What's wrong? Did it not go well?" She became more worried when he didn't answer her.
"Dante," he choked out.
Immediately Lindsay was worried, "What's wrong, is he okay? Did something happen to him?"
"He's fine." Lindsay was quite confused now. "He's not my son."
"What are you talking about?"
"Rikki told me today. At the courthouse. That I'm not his father. Sure I raised him, but I'm not biologically his father. I fucking married her, because she was pregnant with my kid, and he's not. I fucked up my entire life and he's not my kid."
"Danny. You are the only father he has ever known. You are still his father."
"No. She won't let me see him."
"Then you get a DNA test, and got to court."
"It's so apparent now. He was never premature. She was pregnant before she even came to me. I'm such an idiot. She couldn't find another sap to step up and do the right thing, knew I was guilt ridden trying to do the right thing."
"Danny, you did do what you thought was right," Lindsay said sadly. It broke her heart but she knew Danny to be the type of guy who would do what he thought was right. Including marrying a woman he didn't love because he thought he got her pregnant. Her heart ached for him. She knew how much he was hurting, what a good father he was to Dante, what a good father he would be to their child. She had to bite back the feeling of nausea that overwhelmed her. Soon it was too much and she had to wrench out of his hold as she ran to the bathroom and unloaded the rest of her breakfast. Danny was confused by her sudden departure and his heartbreak was temporarily put aside for concern for Lindsay.
"Lindsay? Are you okay? What's wrong?" He heard the toilet flush, then faucet turn on and then off, before Lindsay shuffled back into the hallway, and had to place a hand on the wall to steady herself.
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. What's wrong?"
"I'm fine Danny. I'll be fine. I'll tell you later. We need to figure out how to get your son back."
