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"Hey babe, what's up?" Danny answered his phone as he and Flack were walking away from a scene. "You want what for dinner? No, no, that's fine. Yeah, I'll be home in a bit. Okay. Love you too," he finished, causing Flack to snicker.

"What? At least a woman in this world loves me, ya clown," Danny jabbed, and Flack feigned hurt.

"Ouch, Messer. What did Lindsay want?"

"Oh, you know. The typical meal for a four months and three weeks pregnant woman. Two bacon cheeseburgers from Wendy's, no where else, a tub of raisins, pickles, naturally, and some gruyere cheese."

"Wow, sounds like quite a meal," Flack joked, and Danny nodded.

"Yeah, these cravings are killin' me! You shoulda seen breakfast. Scrambled eggs with peanut butter mixed in, and garlic powder sprinkled on top. I almost puked!"

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"Hey honey, I'm home," Danny sang as he walked through the door of their apartment, bags in hand.

"Hey," Lindsay walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of ice cream, smiling at the sight of her boyfriend, who for his part was smiling at the sight of his girlfriend, looking beautiful in sweats and a big shirt that just barely showed off the belly that had really begun to take shape as she approached her fifth month.

"Eatin already? You're gonna spoil your dinner!" Danny said, pulling her in for a hug and a kiss.

"Absolutely not," Lindsay replied. "I've been eating all day and I'm still hungry! Damn your genes, Messer!"

"Hey, I'll have you know my genes are top of the line, Montana. We're like Mary Poppins." Lindsay looked at him strangely."You know, practically perfect in every way?"

"You are such a nerd sometimes!" Lindsay said, bursting into laughter. "But really," she said turning serious. "The bacon cheeseburgers? Gimme." Danny obliged, and Lindsay didn't even wait to get to the table before ripping into one. Danny watched her in amazement - he had never seen anyone eat as much, or with as much excitement, as Lindsay had been the past few weeks.

"Oh this is delicious!" Lindsay exclaimed. "You know what is so stupid? The whole concept of vegetarianism. I mean, all this juicy meaty goodness - who could do without it?" Danny laughed.

"Whoa there, Montana. Slow down, you'll choke. And then I'd have to do the Heimlich, but how the hell would that work, I'd be hitting the baby - it would just be an all around disaster. So if you could remember to chew as you demolish your eighth meal of the day, that'd be great." Lindsay shot him a glare, then stuck out her tongue.

"Meanie," she muttered.

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"Danny?" Lindsay asked as they were lying on the couch, watching television. She had her raisins in front of her, along with wheat thins and Gruyere, and was making little sandwiches. Her head was in his lap, and his hand on her belly.

"Hm?"

"Am I fat?" she asked, biting her lip. Danny looked at her in surprise.

"Whatta you talkin bout Montana? You're pregnant," he replied, caught off-guard.

"Oh, am I? I know, Danny. But am I fat? Because none of my clothes fit anymore and I can tell my feet are getting fatter and I eat basically my body weight every single day," she explained, and Danny laughed.

"Lindsay, you couldn't be fat if you tried. You are a beautiful woman and, to be honest, pregnancy has only made you hotter," he replied. "And as for eating your body weight - well, Montana, I'm not gonna lie to ya and say it's pretty, but hey, my boy is growing and he needs his nourishment!" Danny grinned, and Lindsay smiled back.

"Your girl," she mumbled under her breath, and then suddenly the smile on her face was replaced by a look of shock. Danny noticed immediately.

"Linds? Lindsay, what's wrong?" he said, and Lindsay could hear the panic in her voice. She turned to him and a smile crept across her face.

"Nothing's wrong, Danny. See?" she said, placing his hand on her belly.

"What?" he asked, still in protective mode, but then he felt it. A tiny little movement right in her belly, like a butterfly fluttering

"Is that the baby?" he asked in awe, and Lindsay nodded excitedly.

"The books say that you can usually feel the baby move in the fifth month, but sometimes a little earlier," Lindsay told him excitedly. "Our baby is a genius!"

"Yeah he is!" Danny agreed proudly. "Must take after his dad," he teased, and Lindsay smacked him.

"You mean, she must take after her mother," Lindsay said smiling. "Either way, our baby is the smartest baby ever."

"Of course," Danny responded chuckling. "Wow," he said again as he felt the baby move more. "It's like a real little person is in there walking around!"

"Wellll, almost," Lindsay laughed. "Swimming around, maybe. But I know - it's weird, huh? Like, there's a real baby in there, not a little tadpole or a little blip anymore."

"Yeah. The next ultrasound is going to be different," Danny said. "And, according to The Daddy Manual, we get to find out if it's a boy or a girl," Lindsay smiled up at him.

"Better hope payday comes early, Messer."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: again, sorry if the medical information is not exactly right, I kind of just make it up! And thank you all for the kind reviews – and any guesses as to the gender of the baby?