WEEHOO! I love mushy moments, only I have found it a lot harder to write then I would have previously thought. Sorry it took me a while to get the chapter up, I still trying to get into the flow of school again after fall break, and back into my writing curve. Because I seem to be able to churn out stories by the dozen that have nothing to do with this story, or that would be awesome if I were ten more chapters in. But anywho, I am rambling, and I mustn't let in continue, here is your mushy explanation of the car incident.

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Lindsay glared at Danny who smartly kept his eyes on his food, and off of the woman sitting next to him, having barely touched her favorite meal, which her mother wasted no time telling her that she had slaved over. She couldn't believe that he had told Syler. It wasn't like Lindsay never wanted to have children, she enjoyed them very much, but her sister was much harder to resist than Danny, though she would never tell him that.
But now she had to watch Don and Syler holding their own private conversation, which she knew involved her, and what was mentioned in the car.

"Lindsay are you feeling okay? You've barely touched your food." Her mother asked, not seeming to notice that no one was really trying to keep the conversation going except for her.

"Yeah, my stomach just hurts." This wasn't a lie really, her stomach wasn't feeling well, but it always got like this when she went traveling. Although the first time she had traveled, she connected it with the fact that she had just abandoned her family, but now she knew better.

Lindsay heard her father grunt almost inaudibly, and looking at him, she saw that he was glaring at her sister and Don, whose heads were down, and they were still whispering to one another, considerably closer than they needed to be. She knew what he thought they were discussing, seeing as no one had told her parents what had been said in the ride home, and she liked it better that way.

Because for some reason, Lindsay knew exactly how things would pan out, her mother would be delighted in the idea of grandchildren, seeing as her oldest boys still remained content without women in their lives for more than a matter of weeks. Her father however would view it more as something that should be put off until at least the ninth year of marriage.

She certainly wanted kids, just not right now, her and Danny couldn't even decide whether or not she would continue working for much longer, how could they be responsible for another human being, one who depended solely on them for everything.

"Well do you two want to share what seems to be so incredibly interesting?" Lindsay heard her father ask agitatedly, he had never liked his children whispering at his table.

Don and Syler shared a look, and righted themselves, before shaking their heads and looking at their plate of food.

"Let me rephrase that," Jethro said, a smirk crossing his features, "Syler, Donald what seems to be so interesting?"

Now the two cast looks at Danny, and then at Lindsay, not going unnoticed by her father she was sure, though he said nothing.

"Well," Syler said, twirling her fork idly in her hand, and taking a long slow breath, "We were just wondering what kind of stone was in engagement ring." She finished, having glanced at her sisters hand moments before.

Jethro gave his daughter an unconvinced look, but he knew that she would never tell, and as much as Don feared him, he feared Syler a little more, and would side with her.

"Lindsay?" He said, looking over at her, and then her ring, and sliding his eyes back to her face.

"Sapphire." She said, spinning it around her finger.

"See sweetie, I told you it was Sapphire." Syler said, looking smugly at Don, and it made Lindsay think that this had once been an actual argument between the two of them, and her father grunted and returned to his food.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, though the looks that Don and Syler were still giving each other over their elbows, might have been screaming.

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Lindsay fell back unto the bed, and sighed as it sunk beneath her weight, and seemed to cradle her just enough to be inordinately comfortable, without feeling as though she were going to sink into the mattress. She had truly forgotten how comfy the beds in her parents home were.

"I'm sorry." Danny said as he cracked the bedroom door, and peered around it's edge, searching cautiously around to make sure she held no weapons, before he entered the room fully, and came beside her on the bed.

"I know, I want kids it's just I'm not sure we are ready for that yet. We have only been married for a year, we have all the time in the world here babe."

Leaning back on the bed, he smiled as she took up her spot in the crook of his arm, drawing on imaginary lines of his shirt, "It's just for the first time in my life I think I would make a good dad, and I don't want to wait until that feeling is gone before we have kids."

Lindsay was still not used to these admissions, because since he had told her most every secret he had almost two years before, she had seen him as fearless, and impenetrable, and only remembered in times when he would tell her things like this that he was still only human.

"Danny, you will make a great father whether you feel like you will or not."

"And how do you know?" He asked, her sliding lower unto the bed, so that he could be closer to her.

She rolled over so that now she was on her stomach facing him, still tracing on his abdomen.

"You remember that case, where that couple who couldn't have kids found a baby in a dumpster an instead of reporting it, they kept the baby and told people it was theirs?"

He pretend to think long and hard, as though trying to distinguish that case from the others he had worked, "I think I recall something about that case, why?"

She smiled at him, "Well you never knew it, but I saw you playing with Trevor in the lab." Only just having recalled the child's name.

Danny had of course remembered the case clearly, and he even remembered playing with the baby in the lab. He had been crying for about ten minutes, before Danny couldn't take it anymore, unsnapping the kid from it's car seat, he held it awkwardly for a moment, before he felt himself relaxing as it seemed to calm Trevor to be held.

He had stopped crying, and was looking around the lab, and casting a gaze back to Danny he startled himself, with his reflection in his glasses, getting closer to his face, Danny smiled at him, and Trevor had grabbed at the glasses, effectively stabbing Danny in the eye.

Recoiling from the hand, Danny swore loudly, but regretted it the moment he knew it had pierced the innocent ears of the creature in his arms. But Trevor seemed unfazed by this, and only laughed at Danny. Listing to him laughing, Danny found himself smiling, and pretending to poke himself in the eye again, as the child laughed even harder.

"You did?" Danny asked sheepishly, recalling the probably touching, but definitely embarrassing moment, he never liked Lindsay seeing him act stupid.

"Oh there is no reason to be shy about it, you were cute. But see, you made Trevor stop crying all by yourself."

"I know, it's just--" He trailed off, and took to watching Lindsay who still drew on his stomach.

"But like I said, we have all the time in the world. I'm not going anywhere." She told him leaning on her elbow to kiss him.

Danny ignored that her elbow was jutting into his stomach, and it wasn't the most comfortable he had ever felt, because he didn't care, he loved it when she would say that to him. Even though he had never admitted it out loud, he had always felt unworthy of her. Of something so sweet and innocent, and he feared that one day she would wake up and realize this to.