Luckily all Lindsay did was sleep apart from the times she woke up to be fed and changed however even then she never screamed or made a lot of noise. Danny had a feeling that she could feel the saddening aura that hung around her father so she stayed happy to try and cheer him up- well that was Danny's take on things.

Margaret and Tom were due to land at 10:30am New York Time. It was now 9am and Danny had everything ready for his guests. He had got out new sheets for the guest room made sure that his fridge was full (thanks to Stella and flack). He had also had time to prepare his famous spaghetti bolognaise in between taking care of Lindsay which wasn't proving difficult at the moment.

He had gotten up at 5am, he couldn't sleep- but then again who could blame him? He stood in the kitchen looking at the apartment: the floored had been hovered, all the glass had been cleaned, and all the wood had been polished- the whole place was spotless. He washed up is cup from which he had been drinking and headed down the hall towards Lindsay's room where he had placed her after getting up.

'Hello sweetie,' he said as he walked in t the room and went in search of something to dress his little angel in, 'Wanna go for a walk?'

He found the items he wanted and then reached into the crib and lifted up his daughter and kissed her forehead, 'Let's get you changed.'

After putting on the tiny little hat and some mittens that were obviously to big but would keep her warm, Danny picked her up and the went to the living room in search of the push chair. He put on his coat, scarf and grabbed his gloves and headed out the door towards the elevator.

Danny pressed the button for six floors down, the ground floor, 'Thank God this place has an elevator sweetie!'

He stepped out into the Lobby and nearly bumped in to his neighbour, a 75 year old pensioner, 'oh I'm sorry Mrs Matthews.'

'Oh it's ok young man,' she smiled at the young man, 'I heard the news Danny I am so sorry, this world it just too cruel.' Danny just looked at her and she understood what he felt like- she had felt the same way when her husband had died. 'Anyway, who have got here then?' She said as se leaned forward to stroke her hand over the child's face.

'Lindsay Montana Messer, Paula,' Mrs Matthews closed her eyes briefly as she heard the name that Danny had given her daughter.

'She's beautiful Danny, but I must dash the book club's visiting my place today and I need to bake some cakes.' Danny smiled at the woman as she took one last glace and Lindsay and stepped in the elevator.

Danny managed to say bye just before the doors closed and once again began to walk to the door. As he walked out the sheer cold hit him and after making sure that the blanket was tightly around Lindsay he walked off down the street.

Danny wasn't really in control of where he was going his feet were just taking him on the path that he had walked many times. He and Lindsay had just simply just gone on a walk when ever they were both off from work. Just walked. They had used to be satisfied with just being in the company of the other.

As he was walking it began to snow and he realised that it was now the 2nd of December. The last few days had made him completely forget about all the preparations that Lindsay had made while she was on maternity leave. He thought about the three stockings that she had been fussing over only one week ago she had insisted on getting hers and Danny's out after going out and buying a small little stocking for their child.

The due date of her pregnancy was the 21st of December and Lindsay had been adamant that she and her child would have been well enough to spend Christmas at home and use the stockings. This year they were planning on spending the holiday period alone, no parents, no friends, just the couple and their child. They were going to lock the world out and it would be the first time that Danny had spent Christmas away from his family.

As he thought about it, he wasn't sure if he wanted to change the plans and spend it with his parents but then again he did have somewhere else he could go and he felt that that would be the best option.

He rounded the corner and suddenly noticed that he was back in front of his apartment building and with the time being 10:05am he thought he should just head towards the buildings garage and head for the airport.

Danny pushed his way through the crowds in JFK airport towards the arrivals gate where Marge and Tom would appear from in a matter of minutes. He had got held up in traffic and at a glance of his watch only just made it!

He bent down beside the push chair, 'Ok sweetie your Grandma and Granddad are gonna come through the gate in a minute ok? So you're going to be a good girl for Danny right?' He asked obviously not accepting a reply.

He stood back up and looked towards the gate as his mother and father in-law walked through they looked extremely tired after their flight but smiled as Danny waved to get their attention.

Marge grabbed her husband's hand and pulled her towards Danny when she reached him she wrapped Danny in her arms and pulled him close. She could feel all the tension and emotion that was still there in Danny after what she knew had been a tearful few days.

When she pulled away, call it a mother's thing, but she could see more clearly the pain in his eyes more than anyone else could and for some reason he knew it.

She looked down at her grand daughter and her eyes welled up but she managed to hide the fact from Danny and continued to look at Lindsay seeing only her daughter in the young child.

Tom Monroe turned to face Danny after watching his wife and seeing him play with his wedding band coursed him to pull the young man in a hug, 'It's good to see you son,'

Danny didn't expect to be hugged by Mr Monroe, he'd have never expected such a thing off of the older man but he appreciated the gesture.

'Danny she's beautiful you can tell she's yours and Lindsay's daughter.' She said standing up again and going round to push the push chair.

'Nah, She's all Montana,' Danny said as they headed the door.