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A/N: Sorry the chapter took so long...I'm having a bit of writer's block on this story but hopefully I can get the plotBunnies in my head to get busy again. This chapter is kind of a filler for the extra stuff that will be happening later. Thanks for the great reviews...enjoy the chapter :o)

Monday morning came around sooner than Daniel had expected, and with it came a wave of anxiety about seeing Betty. He'd done some serious thinking over the weekend about his recent revelation, and was still torn between confessing his feelings or keeping them to himself.

If he told her how he felt and she didn't feel the same, things would most definitely be awkward between them- he didn't want to do that to their friendship. But on the other hand, Daniel couldn't help but wonder if she had developed feelings for him too. Was it possible that she felt the same way?

Daniel strolled toward his office, noticing she had beat him to work as usual, but wasn't at her desk. He moved a little closer to her work area, grinning at the colorful schedule she'd planned out for him this week.

"Morning, Daniel...what you grinning about?" he looked up at the sound of her voice. His stomach did a backflip when he saw her smile.

It was so obvious to him now- the feeling in the pit of his stomach when she was around, the jealousy he felt when she'd mention Henry, and the fact that seeing her smile made each day worthwhile. How could he have ignored the way he felt for so long?

"Just admiring your handiwork. How's your dad?" he wondered, turning to walk into his office. "He's fine...it was just a stomach bug," Betty sat his bagel and coffee down on his desk. "That's good," he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Hmm...perfect. Thanks Betty," Daniel smirked over the rim of his cup, watching as she raised her brow in suspicion.

"You certainly seem chipper this morning. Are you up to something?" she rested her hands on her hips. "Not anymore than I'm usually up to," he shrugged, watching her chuckle.

"Hey do you wanna umm...go to lunch with me today? Your choice," Daniel asked, feeling nervous. "Can I take a raincheck? Gio and I kind of already have plans," Betty told him.

"Oh. So like...a date?" he held his breath. "I thought about what you told me the other night. You're right. I can't keep moping around about Henry. It's time for me to have a little fun," she explained, "that's why I decided to take Gio up on his offer."

He saw the determined look on her face. Maybe she didn't feel that way about him...maybe his feelings were one-sided. Daniel finally took a seat at his desk, giving her a small smile. "That's...great, Betty. I'm sure you'll have a good time."

Betty couldn't help but notice the tone of his voice had changed. Daniel glanced up from his paperwork after a few seconds, noticing she hadn't replied. "What is it?" he wondered as she crossed her arms.

"You don't like Gio, do you?" he scoffed at her question. "No...I don't have a problem with Gio," Daniel replied, becoming uncomfortable under her intense gaze. It's not that I don't like Gio...I just love you, Betty. "I think he's...a nice person."

"But..." Betty beckoned him to continue, motioning her hand. He shrugged, "but nothing, Betty. Really." Daniel recognized the look in her eyes as skepticism. She opened her mouth to speak, but saw Daniel avert his eyes to the doorway.

"Hello...I'm sorry to interrupt...are you Daniel Meade?" a medium build middle aged man asked. Daniel stood from his desk, walking around to address the man.

"I'm Mr. Meade. What is this in regards to?" he glanced into Betty's eyes, the confusion he felt mirrored in hers.

"There's someone that needs to see you." It was then he noticed a small boy standing at the entrance to the office. The young, blond haired boy started speaking French. "His name is Daniel. He says he came all the way from Paris to find his father. His mother's name is Lucie Shannon...she just died," the man translated for Daniel and Betty, who both nodded slowly in understanding.

"I'm sorry to...hear that," Daniel told him, feeling as if he'd heard that name before.

"His mother wrote him a letter telling him that Daniel Meade was his father," Daniel felt the blood drain from his face. He let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. "What? No...I think there's been some mistake," he replied.

Betty frowned up at him, "Daniel!" she whispered, admonishing him. "Betty, this kind of thing happened to my father all the time. Someone's just trying to get some money," he wanted to ignore the disappointment on her face, but he couldn't. He let out a sigh, glancing down at the young boy who was staring up at him with hopeful eyes.

He couldn't be his son...could he? "If you're so sure, get a paternity test to rule yourself out," she advised him, glancing back at little Daniel with a small smile.

"Just don't turn him away...you're not that kind of person, Daniel." She stared up at him, her big brown eyes affecting him like nothing else. She was right...as usual.

"Alright... i'll get a test," he said, caving in. Like saying no to Betty was even an option.

What will Daniel do about his newfound feelings now that he's got more important issues at the forefront of his mind?

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