06. invitation

"Um…Lindsay?"

"Um.. yeah?" Lindsay responded mockingly.

Danny's nervousness however did not dissipate as it usually did with her teasing lilt.

"um….iwaswonderingifyouwantedtocometomycousin'sweddingwithme?"

Lindsay looked up at him ready to begin laughing when she notices him fidgeting with an invitation and staring at the floor. His usual calm suave demeanor was replaced by anxiety and nervousness.

"I'm sorry, can you say that again a bit more slowly?" Lindsay said trying desperately to keep the teasing air out of her question, but she really had no idea what he had just asked her.

Still looking down and shifting his weight from foot to foot he replied, "Um…the thing is my cousin is getting married…and usually I don't have anyone I want to go with to these types of things…and um well I want you to go with me. I'll understand if you don't want to be subjected to the crazy Messer family, especially in a wedding setting, because I know how it brings up a lot of questions, and it's probably too early to answer those types of questions from a senile blue haired Italian aunt. Even though I want to tell everyone I want to marry you tomorrow, and every time I look at you I can see our future children with big chocolate eyes. You see, I don't want to scare you off by accidentally blurting that out and making you want to run for the hills." Danny finally chanced a look at her. During his rapid speech he hadn't noticed that she had moved across the room stand in front of him.

"I would love to go with you." She said as she turned his chin to make him look into her eyes. Her face was lit by a giant smile, "I'm not running Danny, you're stuck with me for good. Forever."