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A/N: Okay, so it's turning out to be more of an all summer long family outing at the way my free time is shaping up. But enjoy this installment of Staten Island Kinda 4th.
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It was 3 o'clock on the third of July. They were supposed to be at Danny's parents in half an hour for dinner: that wasn't gonna happen. Currently Lindsay was pacing the nursery pacing and bouncing a fussy Lucy to calm her enough to snap her into her car seat. Danny on the other hand was checking, unpacking, and repacking every bag they were taking.
"Linds, did we pack the breast pu…"
"Yes, for the hundredth time Danny." Lindsay sighed. She was exhausted, Lucy had been fidgety and fussing all day. It was hot out and the air conditioner was on the fritz.
"But, it's not in the baby bag."
"Yes, I packed the breast pump Danny." She groaned out "It was originally in my bag, which you then moved to the baby bag, before moving it back to my bag thinking it's, and I quote you, 'a private thing you have to do' and you tucked it securely next to my underwear."
"Ok. Do you think we have enough diapers?"
"Danny, zip all 4 of the bags. Yes, I packed everything last night. And you added about 6 things that I know for a fact that your mother has for Lucy. She has spent the night away from this apartment before. Don't worry. It's not like your parents live in Montana where everything closes at 10pm, they are still in New York, and there will be a drug store open in a 5 mile radius. So please, she has FINALLY calmed down. She's in the seat. Let's hit the road. Please." Lindsay pled.
Danny turned around as she finished to see Lindsay standing next to the rocking chair in the corner. Lucy silently sucking her fist and gazing up at the twirling ceiling fan. "Gotcha."
"You and your ma are finally talking again, and you want to piss her off by being late." Lindsay laughed. Danny was working on grabbing all the bags at once, and not letting Lindsay take any of them: she had the baby you know. He had his bag slung across his body, Lindsay's bag in his hand, and the baby bag on his back and attempting to pick up the other baby bag. It wasn't working well. "Good God man." Lindsay laughed, squatting quickly, picking up the baby bag, slipping it over her shoulder and grabbing the baby in her carrier with the other. "Hop to it, you got the keys?"
"Keys? Keys! Shit where are the keys?"
"Oh Jeeze Danny, you can repack our 2 day bags 50 times, but you can't remember where you put the keys." She laughed. Knowing perfectly well where the keys were.
She walked up to him, put the baby down, and moved into his body real close. Placing her hands on his hips she started to run her hands around the back then back to their starting position. On the third rub her left hand started to slide down towards his ass. He was in heaven, or was it hell? He and Lindsay had slept together since Lucy was born, but this playful, seductive thing she had going for her right now, her eyes looking into his mischievously; thank god there was a baby in the room.
"Linds. Babe." Danny groaned as Lindsay's hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans and squeezed his ass then pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss him. That smirk never leaving her face. Danny couldn't help himself, he pulled her closer with an arm slung around her back and pulling her fully toward him.
Lucy let out a "agah" pulling her parents back to reality. Lindsay stepped back and smiled. That smile that she knew something he didn't. "Keys?" she asked with a grin. The hand that had previously been in his ass pocket was now dangling a set of car keys.
"Nice Montana. Get me all riled up just to get a set of keys." Danny said shaking his head
"Hey, I didn't tell you to put 'em back there." She shrugged. "Think of it as a finder's fee." She threw over her shoulder as she picked up the carrier and headed out towards the front door.
"Damn that woman…" Danny said laughing before following his wife out of the apartment.
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At least the air in the car was working, however the hot July sun was still beating down on the black SUV as they sat in bumper to bumper traffic on I 278. Danny was near cursing. Was it just traffic, was it an accident, or just fucking construction. He didn't know, but they had been on the road for 45 minutes already. His parents had been called, and they were told not to worry about being timely as they were just gonna order pizza, but still as unpredictable as Danny knew New York traffic could be he was still ticked. He woulda been damn near pissed, but Lucy was sleeping peacefully in the back, making the occasional adorable little gurgle and Lindsay…
…well Lindsay was sitting next to him in the passenger seat, wearing a pair of short shorts she was thrilled to learn she could fit into again, an old loose fitting grey t-shirt with faded blue NYPD lettering, and a pair of white keds, her longer hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and her feet were propped up on the dashboard. She was something out of a country song that was for certain, and he couldn't help but chuckle at it.
"What Danny?" Lindsay asked glancing over, before twisting around to see Lucy stil sleeping. "what's so funny?"
"Nothing, but ain't there some song you like about feet up on a dashboard?"
"What?" she giggled "what are you talking about?"
"I don't know, you're just cute sitting there, something I picture with your farm girl ways."
"Uh huh, just cute Messer?'' she asked throwing him a pout.
"Well, what were you going for?"
"Oh I don't know." She said yawning and stretching so her t-shirt raised a little bit and he got a glimpse of semi-sun kissed skin. His eyes lingered on the slit of skin until the light grey fabric once again blocked his view.
"You're a tease Linds." Danny groaned. Turning his eyes back towards traffic as he nudged forward a little bit.
"Did you just call me, your wife, the mother of your child a tease?" Lindsay asked with a laugh.
"If the shoe fits." He shrugged before starting to play with the dial on the stereo trying to find a traffic report.
"Well if I'm wearing the shoes." She mumbled softly to herself as she looked out the window at the sea of cars around them.
'West bound I 278 is bumper to bumper due to an accident around the belt parkway, Left most lane open, clear sailing afterward into Staten Island, seems everyone is fleeing the city for the weekend. I 495 is also experience…"
Danny flipped it back to the everything station they had been listening to before. "So, only a few more miles of this." He sighed as he nudged the car forward a few feet while the sounds of Peter Gabriel filled the car, and Danny started singing softly along with the radio,
'I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are
all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand…'
Lindsay's left hand, rings glittering up at him had come to rest on his leg just above his knee, still in a relatively safe zone, but when he muttered/sang the lyrics in your eyes I am complete. She gave a slight squeeze and moved her hand further up his thigh. He gulped slightly, glanced down at her hand then at her. She appeared to not be paying too much attention, as her head was turned and looking out the window, her profile as beautiful as ever. She knew what she was doing he concluded. Knowing her hand would keep crawling. He let go of the wheel with his right hand and grasped her left. Bringing it up to his lips he kissed the rings and settled their entwined hands between them as they continued to move through traffic.
'in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes'
Lindsay was slightly taken back by the gesture. Danny was an emotional man, but, small gestures like that were rare, sure he had kissed her tummy when Lucy was housed inside of it, but that was more his excitement, and for the love of Lucy. This, that gesture was for her.
She knew the look she gave him was a shocked one, he simply smiled and winked. "Love ya, Linds."
"Love you too Dan." She smiled, then turned away slightly to look out the window, she knew she was blushing slightly, but this was not an action she foresaw in Danny Messer. She felt it, they felt like a family, like a real family. Yea they were a family, married parents, a baby, but for some reason, this, this had a unique feeling she hadn't had since she was maybe 8 and the family took the cross country trip to see Uncle Frankie, something about 5 people in one small motel room in Fort Wayne all playing monopoly as rain poured down outside.
She turned back to glance at Danny's profile as she felt the car speed up and start to cross the bridge, before turning back to see Lucy open her eyes, obviously woken slightly by the acceleration of the car, before closing her eyes and slipping back to sleep. She was her father in so many ways. And it just kept becoming more prominent as she got older. Although she had Lindsay's chin and ears, she was entirely a Messer girl.
Lindsay was so caught in her own thoughts she barely noticed that they were already turning down the street to Danny's parent's home.
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Maria Messer opened the door and immediately swept her son into her arms being extra cautious of his injured, although un slung, arm. "Oh Danny, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I'm so glad you're hear. Thank you for forgiving me."
"Ma, don't worry about it." Danny said pulling away from his mother. "Everyone was on edge, things had to be said. We're good." He said hugging his mother once more, before she moved on to Lindsay and Lucy.
Lucy, that poor girl, was whisked into an awaiting Nonna's arms as Lindsay wiped red lipstick marks off Danny's cheek. "Thank god she won't remember that when she's older." Danny laughed nodding over to Lucy who was being showered, or more like drowned in Nonna's kisses.
"She hasn't seen her in a month, its only to be expected."
"Yea well, did we bring the turpentine to get this paint off?" Danny grumbled.
"Don't start Danny." Lindsay laughed. "And yes, it's in my bag." Lindsay said noting her make-up remover.
Sal Messer walked up from the basement a few moments later, "I thought I heard the bell ring. How are ya kids?" he asked hugging and kissing Lindsay first before shaking his son's hand. "Must be hungry."
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Dinner was a pleasant affair of catching up on gossip from the Joneses. Apparently one of Danny's old girlfriends had gotten herself into a bit of trouble, and some kids from Danny's baseball days were doing well for themselves. That poor Mrs. Sassone was lost without her horrible son to look after, and the paint store down the street was going to open up another location.
They left the table around 9 o'clock all exhausted, Lucy already asleep on her Danny's good shoulder. Lucy was laid down in the nursery that was once the guest bedroom, and Danny and Lindsay moved across the hall into Danny's old room.
It hadn't changed since Danny left it after high school. Trophies were still displayed on shelves, yearbooks were stacked neatly in a book case along with countless text books from college. His high school diploma and academy picture were posted. It was all things that made Danny, Danny. Finished off with a twin bed pushed against the far wall.
"I think we should have thought this through a little more before coming Linds." Danny said eyeing his old bed.
"Don't be silly." Lindsay said softly as she sauntered up to him. "We just have to get cozy." She murmured as she began to push his t-shirt up and off his body leaving him in his trademark white tank and low slung jeans.
"Is that right." He smirked following her lead and pulling off the t-shirt she had been wearing.
"Yea, but you see we ARE in your parents house." She said quietly, pulling off his tank and slipping it over her head so now she was wearing only it and her tiny shorts, and he was left in jeans. Which were coming off as Lindsay tiptoed up to kiss him and unhooked his belt letting his pants fall to the floor.
He stepped out of his jeans and back Lindsay in the direction of his bed. The was a soft squeaking of bouncing springs as Lindsay's knees hit the side and she fell onto the bed. He gave her shoulders a nudge making her fall back, so that she was lying on the bed. Pushing up his tank he left a trail of butterfly kisses down her still slightly rounded tummy to her shorts that he then unzipped and peeled off of her.
A slight giggle erupted from her as he placed a kiss to the inside of her knee after removing the shorts.
"Ssssh, Babe, as you pointed out we are at my folks, AND our daughter is in the next room." He whispered into her ear, before kissing her passionately once again. Tongues dueling, hands roaming: she had been baiting him all day. When they broke off for air he looked down into her face. It was alight with passion and need.
"You know, with all this bad boy cred I seem to have put on me, I never did get around to actually having sex in my parent's house." Danny admitted pushing a stray tendril of hair behind Lindsay's ear.
"Well." Lindsay thought biting her lip. "There is a first time for everything." She said before pulling Danny back down onto her. The bed may have been little, but it was surely VERY cozy….
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A/N2: till next time, I'm aiming for next week, but chances are I won't get the chance to even start writing till Saturday. Thanks for sticking with me and this story, it's not forgotten, just slowly progressing. =)