A/N: Wow guys, you blew me away a second time. I really, really appreciated all of your feedback and lovely comments and compliments. I think I replied to all of you guys that had signed in. But i'd like to reiterate my thanks! I really didn't think Danny taking those five steps for her would go down that well. I'm really glad I decided to do that and you all liked it so much.

This chapter has been extremely difficult for me to get out and the perfectionist in me is not impressed with it at all, but I just wanted to tie up loose ends with it I guess. I hope you like it.

Thank you once again for all your support guys. I really appreciate it.

And look at this - I actually wrapped a story up without turning it into a mini epic. I feel I should take a moment and do a happy dance. While I do that, you guys can read :)

Just know that you're not in this thing alone,
There's always a place in me that you can call home.
Whenever you feel like we're growing apart,
Lets just go back, back, back, back, back to the start.

Anything that's worth having;
Sure enough worth fighting for.
Quitting is out of the question.
When it gets tough gotta fight some more.
We gotta fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, for this love.
If it's worth having, it's worth fighting for.

- 'Fight for this Love,' - Cheryl Cole.

"Just a few more steps, Danny. You can do it."

Gritting his teeth to fight the anger bubbling inside of him at the phrase he was sick of hearing; he took a deep breath.

He was going to do this. For that amazing wife of his stood in the doorway. For his amazing daughter cradled in his wife's arms. For his family.

He gripped the bars on either side of him and closed his eyes as he took a third step.

"That's it…" his therapist gushed. "Fantastic, Danny."

"Shuddup!" he muttered. "Just… give me a few to concentrate, a'right. I don't need you squawkin' in my ears every time I take a freakin' step."

His therapist turned and smiled at Lindsay as she bounced Lucy on her hip, keeping the little girl from getting anxious and upset by them simply standing there.

"Good to see your fighting attitude is back."

"It's been back for a week, you've just not seen me." Danny shot back. "And anyway, it doesn't mean that my fuckin' legs don't burn any less when I try to take these stupid fuckin' steps."

Lindsay leant against the wall and let out a breath as she kept her silence while she watched him do quite possibly the hardest thing he'd done.

He was showing that he was weak in front of her.

Hence - she figured - the tirade of expletives.

Turning her attention to Lucy, Lindsay giggled; something she hadn't done in a long, long time as she stuck her tongue out at her baby girl, which in turn, gained a musical giggle from Lucy.

Danny stilled as his hands gripped the bar and looked up to Lindsay. The sound of her giggle warmed his heart and effectively gave him another burst of energy and determination.

Noticing this, the therapist smiled to herself and leant towards where Danny was stood, halfway through the walkway where he had to reach the end of.

"Do it for her," she whispered in his ear. "Fight it for her. Make her giggle again."

"You're good." Danny growled as he took another step, hissing with the strain it put on his legs. "I'll give you that."

His eyes locked with Lindsay's and he forced a pained smile when he saw her eyes twinkling. From tears and from the admiration she had for him.

He could do it. He knew he could.

His eyes were hazy – he was unsure why they were hazy. Determination? Pain? He wasn't sure.

Personally, he was going for determination.

He took another step, which was followed by another step, and another.

His steps were getting steadier. More frequent. Stronger.

His eyes were no longer fixed to the floor, watching his legs move. They were focused on Lindsay. Her coffee brown eyes were twinkling at him as her own form of silent encouragement.

"For her." He whispered to himself. "For them."

He gripped to the metal bars of the frame with his hands as a form of support; letting his arms take some of his body weight.

"You're cheatin'," Lindsay giggled. "You're not supposed to be giving your arms a work out, baby."

He shot her a smirk and laughed, despite the pain. "Wiseass."

He loosened his grip on the metal bar and took another step as he let out a laboured breath. "There, happy?"

"Than I've ever been," she smiled at him.

She knew he didn't mean that, but she thought that little tiny burst of encouragement could push him that bit further.

He swallowed as her words echoed in his ears. His legs burned. His eyes were still hazy. But he kept going. After a few steps he glanced down to his hands and he realised he had run out of bar to hold onto.

He looked up at Lindsay and then to his therapist and then turned back to Lindsay. "Did I just do that?"

Tears slipped down her cheek as Lindsay nodded.

"If you feel up to it, Danny… Keep going." The therapist encouraged, feeling tearful herself. "Go on – walk over to them."

He swallowed as he looked across the fairly vast room and his eyes met with Lindsay.

"Only if you can do it." Lindsay whispered to him.

The fire in his stomach told him he could do it.

And then some.

Gritting his teeth he stepped off the walkway so that he was now completely on his own. No metal bars. No walls in the apartment to help brace himself with. No work surfaces in the kitchen to help him along like he had been using.

It was all on his legs. His determination. The strength he knew was there down inside of him.

He watched Lindsay as she watched his legs, steadily moving towards her. Step by step. She had now stopped bouncing Lucy on her hip, and the little girl glanced from her Mommy and then to her Daddy periodically, trying to figure out what on earth they were doing. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and let her head rest on Lindsay's shoulder, deciding to just watch.

"You can do it, baby." Lindsay whispered, her eyes still watching his legs as he did it on his own. Completely on his own. "You can do it. One step at a time."

"One step at a time," he whispered, it soon becoming his mantra. "One step at a time."

"Do you need any support, Danny?" his therapist asked softly.

He shook his head, not wanting to lose his concentration as he focused on his targets.

Lindsay and Lucy.

He bit his lip as he fought the burning in his legs. He had to fight that feeling.

"It's all in your head," he whispered to himself. "It doesn't really hurt; your brain is jus' tellin' you that you got shot and it's supposed to be hurtin'. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't."

Lindsay wiped her eyes with her free hand. She didn't want to say to him - 'don't hurt yourself' - but she was terrified that his legs were going to give way underneath his weight. This was the most he'd done since… well, since he'd been shot. He'd been on his feet for the full forty-five minutes so far. And, she just worried about him.

Let him do it. Lindsay mentally scolded herself. He'll know when he needs to stop. He'll stop when he's reached his target in his mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a minute to stop her eyes from burning with her tears. It only seemed like a second that she'd closed them for – but when she opened them; Danny was stood in front of her – his hands about to cup her face.

She let out a sob as she leant her forehead against his, while her spare arm wrapped itself around his neck, tangling her fingers in his short hair as she kissed him.

He broke away as he heaved a breath and moved to press a kiss to Lucy's forehead as she laid, her head still resting on Lindsay's shoulder.

"I told you I'd do it," he whispered to Lindsay's temple as he held onto her arm, using it as a support. "I told you I'd do anythin'."

She pressed a kiss to his sweaty temple and helped him into the wheelchair that his therapist had brought from the other side of the room.

"I presume you two had words then?" The overjoyed therapist smiled at Lindsay, cutting her off before she could answer. "I'm glad; he needed someone to give him a kick in the ass. I'm getting sick of seeing him around here."

Danny snorted. "Gee, thanks."

"You know what I mean." She smiled as she turned her attention to Lucy, and took the baby from her mother's arms. "She's growing like there's no tomorrow. I remember the first time I saw her she was just a tiny little thing."

Lucy giggled and reached forwards as she tried to grab a lock of the woman's hair.

"Lucy, ah-ah. No." Lindsay scolded as she grabbed the baby's fist and untangled the woman's tresses from Lucy's tiny fingers. "Sorry, she's at the stage where anything's up for grabs. Literally."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled reassuringly as she continued to coo over Lucy.

Lindsay turned and smiled at Danny who was taking deep breaths in his seat. "How you feeling, cowboy?"

"Glad that I'm finally gettin' back on my horse." He said as he grabbed his towel Lindsay was offering him and wiped his brow. "It's like I've got something to work for now. I have this constant determination, 'cause I don't want to disappoint you or let you down anymore. I don't want to lose you and I don't want to be back where we were a week ago ever again. If it means sucking it up and taking a few steps for us… then so be it."

She knelt down so that she was level in front of him and cupped his cheeks with her hands as she placed a kiss to his lips. "I'm so proud of you." She whispered as her forehead rested against his. "You did good, Danny. You did really good."

He leant forwards in his chair – it no longer hurting his lower back when he did so – and pressed a kiss to her lips in response.

"So, I'm gonna say we cut this week short? We've accomplished a heck of a lot." The therapist smiled with Lucy affixed to her hip. "Unless you want to carry on, Danny…"

"I'm exhausted." He admitted. "I mean don't get me wrong, I wanna… But, I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years right now."

"Go home, relax." She smiled. "But keep doing you-…"

"I know," Danny assured her as he waved the laminated piece of paper at her, holding all of his exercises on the sheet. "I know."

Danny's therapist laughed as she held her hands up in surrender after handing Lucy back to her Mommy. "I used to have to remind you."

"Well, I'm determined to get out of this chair, so when I'm not sleepin' I'll make sure I'm doin' your damn exercises."

"See what I have to deal with? You get off easily just seeing him once a week." Lindsay teased lightly, amusement displayed across her face as she gathered up her purse; Danny's bag and Lucy's diaper bag and hung them all on her shoulder.

Danny furrowed his brow and held his hand out for her to hand him the bags. "Babe, come on. You can't be serious. Give me the bags."

"Danny, it's fine."

"Babe." He warned her.

She glared at him before handing him the diaper bag.

"And mine."

She thrust it on his lap and stuck her tongue out playfully, making Lucy giggle. "Happy?"

"See what I have to deal with?" Danny smirked as he repeated her earlier words.

"Go away." His therapist teased. "All this banter is making my head explode. I never know when you guys are serious or play fighting. See you next week, Danny. Hopefully we'll see you too, Miss Lucy."

Lucy blew a bubble and shook her head when it popped in shock, making Lindsay laugh.

"Tell her we'll see what Mommy's schedule at work looks like whether Mommy and Lucy get to come with Daddy." Lindsay smiled.

"Any day would be fantastic, baby." Danny threw over his shoulder as he wheeled himself out of the office.

"It's a good job I don't take it personally," the therapist smiled. "I love how quick he moves when it's time to go. I'll see you soon, Lindsay."

Lindsay picked up her pace after smiling goodbye to the therapist to catch up with Danny as he sat in front of the elevators, leading to the parking garage.

"Where's the fire?"

"I wanna get home so I can try these out – get a head start."

She took the laminated sheet from him and read through the various little exercises that would help strengthen Danny's legs. "You're serious about all of this then?"

"Deadly." He said as he took the sheet from her and tucked the laminated card in his bag.

She nodded as they stepped into the elevator and pressed their level.

"I promised you I would change," He started as the doors closed. "And I hope that's what I'm doin'."

"But…" She sighed. "I just…" Out with it Lindsay. "Why now? Why couldn't you be like this before? Why did it take me nearly breaking down and threatening to leave you for you to open your eyes and act like this? The way you should have the whole time?"

He thought about it for a second. "I guess sometimes you have to step outside the person that you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person that you want to be. The person that you are."

Lindsay furrowed her brow. "I've heard that before somewhere."

He smirked. "I was watching a re-run of one of those CW shows."

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she let him continue.

"The thing is, Linds... I'm still trying to adjust to having limited mobility in my legs. I mean Linds; I used to throw myself from buildings… Hell, I've hung from the Statue of Liberty in the past..."

She flinched. "Please don't remind me about that."

"I'm not making excuses, because I shouldn't have acted like I did, but you know, it took a lot for me, in my mind to get used to the fact that I wouldn't be doin' that anymore – at least not for a while. I mean when I told you I couldn't feel my legs in the bar I pictured myself in a wheelchair for the rest of my life and it was scary. I was terrified."

"You were terrified? You had blood all over your hands. Hell, I had your blood all over my hands and…" She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "You weren't the only one that was scared that night; let's just put it that way."

"I guess I was just mad with myself for not getting us down onto the floor quick enough."

It took a moment to register; but once it had tears brimmed in her eyes. He'd said us. Not him. Not me. Us.

"You alright, Linds?"

She nodded as she opened her eyes and bounced Lucy on her hip as the elevator doors opened.

"You sure?"

She nodded as she ushered him off the elevator before the doors closed again.

"You don't look…"

"It's just a hard night to talk about." She admitted. "You have your issues from that night and I have mine. I just…" She took a deep breath and stopped him just to the side of the elevators. "There's just something that constantly niggles at me."

"What?"

She took a deep breath. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Mad?" he snorted. "I'm not gonna get mad. Why? What is it?"

"I've always thought that you were mad with me because you tried to protect me, which meant that you'd got shot. If you had just left me to get down on my own, you'd have been fine."

"And let you get shot?" Danny snorted in disbelief. "Not in this lifetime."

She didn't fight the smile creeping across her face. "I know it's stupid but…"

"I was mad with the whole situation, sweetheart. I wasn't mad at you. Why would I be mad at you? You're my wife and I wanted to protect you. "

"Shall we move this along?" She gestured. "We don't need to talk about this really, do we? I mean… ya'know."

She turned to move, but he reached out and grabbed her hand, giving him the opportunity to turn her around before tugging her towards him. He raised her hand and pressed a kiss to her wedding band and engagement ring. "I love you, I always have, and I always will. No matter what happens. Remember that."

"I might need reminding from time to time," She admitted.

"That I can do." He smiled at her as they made their way to the SUV. He hovered as she loaded Lucy into her car seat. She accomplished that quickly and made her way towards Danny. She offered him her arm and he merely looked at her.

"Today…" She teased.

"Let me try something." He said to her as he pushed himself up from the wheelchair. He took a few steps before reaching out for her hand. "I guess it's a work – in – progress. I don't think I can hitch my legs up there on my own just yet."

"Hey, it's a lot better than what you were doing this time last week, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. I'm getting there."

"What's that envelope?" Lindsay asked as she glanced to the dashboard while she helped Danny get into the SUV.

"We need to run by the lab for a sec."

She raised her eyebrows and let out a disbelieving laugh as she folded up his wheelchair to load into the trunk. "Haha, what?"

"It's just for two minutes. You and Luce can stay in the car. I just need to run in and drop somethin' off."

"But Danny… it's like rubbing it in their face that we got a day off together."

He leant across to where she stood in the parking garage and kissed her nose before reaching for his seatbelt. "I can wheel myself in and out real quick now. They'll blink and I'll be gone."

She shook her head as she shut the door, still laughing when she climbed in on her own side – even after loading his wheelchair into the trunk. Not even thinking about leaning against the driver's side as she cried those usual tears she tended to cry when she dropped him off or picked him up.

This time, there were tears.

Just tears of laughter.

Walking into his office after the graveyard shift had taken over, Mac Taylor sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Long days and nights were no longer his friend, he mused as he sat down at his desk.

He leant back and closed his eyes for a moment before leaning forward and grabbing the first unsolved case file that lay on his desk – just to refresh his memory, as he always did.

But, as he reached for the first one, he spotted an envelope with Danny's capitalised handwriting. He ripped it open and pulled out the card. It had a simple design on the front – nothing remarkable, which confused him even more – even he knew it wasn't his own birthday. No major holiday… He opened the card and sat back in his chair and began to read.

Mac,

I guess I've been hanging around that wife of mine too long, sending cards and stuff, but I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for everything that you've done for Linds and me.

Lindsay and I wouldn't be a 'we' right now if it weren't for you. You made me open my eyes and because of that, I could turn it around, and we saved our marriage when I had really screwed up. More so than I have done before.

You're more than just a boss to me. You brought Lindsay and I together and now, five years later you keep reminding us why we fit so perfectly together.

Thank you, Mac. For everything.

Danny.

As Mac sat back in his chair, he smiled while re-reading the card, before setting the card in his top drawer for safekeeping. His work on that relationship was finally done.

Sliding her key into the front door, Lindsay took a deep breath out of habit as she anticipated what awaited her on the other side of the door.

Lindsay opened the door and didn't even bother to fight the smile on her face. She could hear a Disney song, Lucy giggling, and the apartment had a warm feeling to it.

This is how it should be. She mused to herself as she hung her coat up.

"That you babe?!" Danny called out.

"What you gonna do now if it's not?!"

"Wiseass!! How's Flack?!"

"Alright," she smiled as she emerged into the living room and replied to the back of Danny's head. "He's getting there."

"Did you tell him that we…"

"I told we're here if he needs anything." She smiled as she went over to him and squeezed his shoulders in a loving gesture as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Did you eat?"

"I was waiting for you." He replied as he leant his head against the couch and went to kiss her in his upside down position.

She smiled and placed her hands on either side of his face as she returned the silly upside down kiss. "What do you want then? I can get dinner started." She asked as she pressed another kiss to his lips.

"I ordered Paul's for us."

She turned, and to her surprise on the countertop in the kitchen, there lay two Burgers, two portions of fries with a side of onion rings like they always ordered waiting for them served up on two plates.

"When did that get here?"

"About five minutes ago – you probably walked past him on the stairs." He shrugged. "I literally just sat down from settin' things up, so everythin'll be hot still."

Lindsay cocked her head sideways as she moved around the side of the couch and stood in front of Danny. "You managed alright with the wheelchair?"

"Who said anythin' about the wheelchair?" he smiled as he turned and looked up at her. "Guy was pissed I took a while but I tipped him like five bucks so he can go screw himself."

"Danny!" She gasped and slugged his arm. "Watch your mouth around the baby."

"Lucy's been playin' on her blanket," he pointed to the floor – clear of any obstructions as he rubbed his arm and the offended area where she had just whacked him. "And we decided to listen to some Disney songs, didn't we Luce? I wanted to impress her by knowin' all the words once she gets into that kinda thing, ya'know?"

She smiled as laced her fingers through Danny's hair, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his temple. "How are your legs? Are they burning and aching like she said they would?"

"Hey, any feelin' I have in them is welcomed. I was tryin' those exercises earlier. They ain't bad. I'll probably need your help with one of 'em though."

She smiled as she trailed a fingertip down his cheek. "Anything I can do to help."

"Well… if you're offerin'," he nodded towards the kitchen.

She laughed as she grabbed their plates from the counter and headed back towards the couch. She leant over the couch as she handed Danny his plate and pressed a kiss to his temple before climbing over the couch itself and flumping to the cushions with a grin on her face.

"Knock that off. You do that when Lucy's a toddler she'll be climbin' all over the damn furniture!"

"Between my silliness and your potty mouth I'd say we had a recipe for success."

He shook his head in amusement as he stole a French fry from her plate.

"Um, no way!" She cried as she smacked his hand and grabbed an onion ring from his plate. "No fair! You gave me less to begin with anyway!"

"I did not!" he laughed in disbelief.

She raised her eyebrows and looked between the two plates. "I hope your clothes stop fitting you with that monster portion of fries."

He scooped some up in his hand and dumped them on her plate. "There. Don't cry about it."

She scoffed and chucked a fry in his direction. "I was not crying about it!"

"Yeah, yeah." He smirked as he picked up his burger.

She set her dinner down on her lap and turned to look at him as he took a bite.

"What?" He turned to look at her, mouth full, "You want this now? C'mon Linds, I'd give you my last crumb and everythin', but at least try and eat your own first…"

"I don't want your damn burger." She snorted and shook her head. "I was just thinking that I love you. And thank you for you know... getting us take out, it saves me from cooking."

"I love you too. A lot. And anyway, it was the least I could do."

She smiled.

"You know what I'm thinking?" he asked her.

She shook her head.

"How you make the dark days a little brighter."

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. "What is this? Are you busting your game out on me, Messer?"

"Would I?" he teased. "You know what else I'm thinkin'?"

She shook her head.

"I'm just thinking about how lucky we are."

She glanced down to Lucy and nodded. "Yeah, we are pretty lucky to have such a beautiful baby girl and ni-…"

"Well yeah," he cut Lindsay off. "We are lucky to have a little girl as healthy, happy and as beautiful as Lucy, but I meant us… You… me… How I'm alright… How we're alright."

She smiled. "We're fighters."

"It'll take more than a bullet to take me down."

"Maybe you physically... Your attitude and fighting spirit? That takes a hell of a lot less than a bullet to get you to hit rock bottom."

He nodded and set his burger down. "And I think that was one of the reasons why I was acting like I did. I was feeling sorry for myself. I knew that I had been lucky, but just… I don't know… I was acting like a complete dick."

She pursed her lips as she took a bite of her burger.

"And then some… I know."

"Can you promise me something?" Lindsay asked in a quiet voice.

"Sure." He nodded.

"Promise me that whatever obstacle we have to get over next time, we're gonna do it together?"

Danny furrowed his brow and set his plate on the coffee table, strategically placed so he could reach without straining himself. "What do you mean?"

"Well, whatever is thrown at us next time, promise me I won't be doing it on my own."

He held his arm up on the couch as a hint for her to move over to him. She did so and snuggled into his side, her dinner on her lap as she tucked her feet underneath her. "You're never gonna be alone, Linds. We'll always be together… in everything we do."

"The only thing we've done together and supported each other about was Lucy, and that was shaky to begin with."

"Which is the only thing that matters; Lucy... she's all that matters, right?"

She sighed, "That's not the point, Dan."

"I know it isn't…" he sighed as his fingertips trailed down her arm, "But you know… I love you, and I'm not goin' anywhere. And I know you're not goin' anywhere either."

She smiled at him while she leant her head against his shoulder.

"You and me. We're everythin' to each other, right? That means we've gotta fight for it. It's worth havin', Linds... It's worth all this crap we've gotta go through to get there."

"I know that," she whispered. "I just want... I just want to be happy with you. I'm sick of constantly having dark clouds all around us. It's always one thing after another."

He trailed his fingertips through her hair, "I know, sweetheart, an' I want that too. I want us to be just happy without the drama... And maybe now we can be. Maybe this was our last major test and we passed it, ya'know?"

"I distinctly remember that being said about three months ago when I was laid in my hospital bed, with your arms wrapped around me while I nursed Lucy for the first time."

"So maybe I was a little premature on the declaration of our last major test, but Linds, c'mon... We can get over anything now. We've had just about anything you could think of thrown at us, and we've got over it."

She pursed her lips together as she nodded slowly, "I guess."

"We're meant to be together," He whispered as he took the sides of her face in his hands and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "I promise you that you'll never be alone in something again, alright. I promise you."

She smiled as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"We have to take those baby steps we've perfected till we get onto our feet. One step at a time an' all that. We'll get to the place where we don't have to be alone through things. Where we can work together from the start and be there for each other."

"I hope so," Lindsay whispered. She flashed him a small smile as she picked up her burger and bit into it. She scrunched her face up at how cold it had become and chewed it quickly – desperate to get rid of it - as Danny keeled over in laughter.

"Want me to cook something?" she shuddered as she stood up from the couch and headed to where Lucy lay on her blanket. Lindsay scooped their baby girl up and pressed a kiss to her delicate lips, before giving her an Eskimo kiss, gaining a giggle from the baby.

"Let's just order pizza," he suggested, still chuckling.

"Why?" Lindsay laughed as she bounced Lucy on her hip. "Don't you trust my culinary skills?"

"I wanna just sit with my girls. I don't want you cookin' and slavin' over the stove. Pass me my cell and I'll order take out... again."

"It was your fault our burgers went cold."

"I resent that." Danny scoffed as Lindsay placed Lucy in between them on the couch, letting Danny tickle their little girl's belly. "It wasn't daddy's fault... was it baby?"

Lucy let out a giggle and reached for Danny's shirt and tugged on it, indicating that she wanted to be held.

He complied and lifted his baby girl onto his lap and positioned her so that her back was resting against the arm of the chair, supporting her.

Reaching out for Lindsay with his spare arm that wasn't holding Lucy with, she nestled into his side as Danny pressed a kiss to Lindsay's temple. "I love you," he whispered. "Both of you."

"We love you too," she smiled. "You're just a pain in our butts sometimes, right Luce?"

Lucy giggled as she wiggled on Danny's lap, desperate to explore.

"Where you goin' wiggly worm?" Danny teased as Lucy flailed as he wrapped her in his spare arm and blew a raspberry to her chubby cheek. "Get back here,"

"She'll be walking in no time." Lindsay sighed heavily. "Talking... Demanding your credit card... asking to go out on dates with boys."

"Well, we'll take everything one step at a time when we get there." Danny said calmly. "And anyway, I told you. No boys are going near her. Ever. Period."

"Good luck with that," Lindsay smiled.

"She'll adore me so much she'll listen to what her Daddy says..." He shrugged as he held Lucy in the air and rubbed his nose against her belly, making her shriek with giggles. "And if not, I can put the fear of God into the kid that dares to fall for our baby girl."

Lindsay sat back on the couch and let out a sigh. A happy sigh.

His exercise card lay on the table. Their dinner that had been forgotten lay next to the card, and he was playing with his baby girl. With a smile on his face.

There was finally a light at the end of that seemingly long tunnel she had found herself in a week ago.

Things for them were never easy. She knew that now. But, what she did know was that with a little faith in their relationship and how effective taking one step at a time proved to be, they'd be able to get through anything.

One step at a time.

As ever, I'd love to know what you thought. Thanks for reading and all your support on this one guys :)