Uptown Girl
Chapter Seven: Ikea, Coffee Tables and Baby Amy
A/N: This has been a very strange TV season. What with the strike, substandard cases I think the only thing I have had to look forward to is what all these other talented writers have put out to make our lives just that much more interesting. Thank you to all the writers here. Anyway this chapter picks up moments after the sixth chapter ended.
Now I feel like I'm begging. Please, please, please, if you're avid readers of my fanfiction work please check out my actual novel. The Secret Lives of Those Close By. I have put it out there to gauge it's likeability and right now I'm not having a lot of faith in it. So please read it and let me know what you truly think! Thank you ever so much!
Danny was in a word, bored. He, Adam and Lindsay had been in the Ikea store for five hours, forty-three minutes, and thirty-six seconds. He had been banished at hour two and minute fifteen, after he made the comment that it was "just a chair." That three word comment was enough to get the death glare from his girlfriend and her best friend. Danny would have been happy picking up a slightly stained couch and warped kitchen table from Salvation Army. They could even go into the 'Burbs and pick up what his Ma liked to call "The Refugee Collection." But that was not Lindsay and Adam. The couches and chairs had to match and be a particular color, texture and have the right "feel". After he was banished he had found himself a fairly comfortable easy chair and was very close to falling asleep when his phone rang.
"Hello?" Danny mumbled.
"Danny, come up to the children's furniture section. I need your opinion on something," Lindsay said.
Children's furniture? What the hell does she need children's furniture for?
Danny wandered around until he found Lindsay and Adam looking at beds, dressers and lamps in various shades of pinks and purples. Danny was utterly clueless as to what was going on. Lindsay was talking a mile a minute to the salesman who had a list about three feet long of the items that she had purchased.
"Danny does Amy have a favorite color yet?" Lindsay asked. "What am I saying she's only what five months old? Come on, I need you to pick out some things for Amy's room."
Danny barely had a chance to protest before Lindsay had him across the room looking at beds, dressers, coat racks, rocking chairs, teddy bears and anything else a chld could want in their room.
"Lindsay," Danny said, trying to get her to stop. Lindsay kept walking and talking about everything she was going to get for Amy. "LINDSAY!"
"What Danny? Don't you think Amy will like it? Oh God what if she doesn't like it! I wouldn't be able to stand it if she didn't like what I got for her. Maybe I should get her green. Green is the new pink."
Danny sighed and took Lindsay by her shoulders resisting the urge to give a good shake. "Baby, Amy is five months old. I don't think she's going to care what color her bed is or what else is in her room. You don't have to do this."
"But she's a part of you Danny. I want her to have a place that's her own when she's with you when you're with me. That way you won't have to go all the way home or leave her on the floor during her naps."
Danny then realized that once Lindsay gets an idea in her head there would be no changing her mind. Danny sighed and played along. He helped Lindsay pick out a crib that could be morphed into a childs bed when she got bigger. He chose sheets, blankets, pillows even a wall painting. Finally after what felt like all day they were finally done. Lindsay gave the address of her new place to the delivery guys who vowed to be there within the hour.
From the Ikea store Danny and Lindsay, bidding Adam farewell, jumped in a cab to go to Lindsay's other place. Since she had bought all new furniture and everything else at Ikea she didn't need her bed, dresser or anything else in her room. She and Danny tackled her room packing up her clothes, shoes, music, movies, books and anything else she may need. They didn't want to be there too long in case her father made an appearance.
"Baby, do you really need to bring all of your shoes with you?" Danny asked, after what seemed like the tenth pair of the same shoe went into the box.
"Danny, just pack. Don't speak, don't question. Just pack," Lindsay said.
It didn't take Lindsay that long to pack everything because she had been planning her escape from her father for a long time now. She had everything labeled that was going and that which was staying.
"Baby, it's going to take us two cabs to get all this to your new place," Danny commented as he started taking the suitcases and boxes to the elevator.
"I could call Randy and have him bring us a larger car," Lindsay said. "That way we wouldn't have to be seperated."
"I was just teasing Linds," Danny replied. "I think I coud get it all in the same car. If not we can always come back as you need things."
"I don't want to have to come back Danny," Lindsay said. "If I can get my way I never want to come back here ever."
"Whatever you say, Lindsay," Danny said, taking the last box to the door. "Do you want to leave a note or anything?"
"Nope. He'll figure it out."
Danny and Franklin, the doorman managed to get everything Lindsay had packed in one cab. Franklin thought it was crazy but went along with it. It wasn't his place to ask what was going on with the people who lived there. Danny and Lindsay climbed into the back of the cab and gave the driver the address of Lindsay's new home. They arrived just in time to let the Ikea guys in.
To Danny it seemed like Lindsay had more fun getting the apartment decorated than she did picking out the items to put in the house. He felt bad for the guys carrying everything in. Lindsay made the poor guys move the same couch at least four times before finally deciding that it looked better in the first place they had put it. Finally when everything was in it's place and Lindsay was happy, Danny ordered pizza.
"So what do you think of your new place, Lindsay?" Danny asked, getting settled on the couch next to her.
"I think it will be just perfect. I can set my own rules, eat my own food and for once not have to walk on eggshells all the time."
"Maybe tomorrow I'll bring Amy by so she can see the room you have made for her."
"I'd like that," Lindsay said. There had been something on her mind since she found out about Amy and she needed to know something before she went any further with Danny. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," Danny smirked.
"Wise ass," Lindsay retorted. "Does Aiden mind that I spend time with Amy?"
Danny balked at the question. He wasn't sure how to answer it without digging himself into a hole and without hurting Lindsay's already fragile feelings. Aiden had her reservations about Danny's girlfriends but she was in no way going to tell him that he can't have them around Amy.
"She doesn't have a problem as long as Amy doesn't get too attached to you and then you're suddenly gone from her life. In fact, if we're going on an honesty kick, I never would have told you about Amy if i didn't think there was a chance of us not working out. But that changed when I realized that I really do love you and want you in my life."
"You know Danny," Lindsay started to say. "I'm not even mad at you anymore for keeping Amy a secret. I understand why you did but there will always be a part of me that will always be hurt that you felt like you couldn't tell me even if you weren't sure about a long term committment."
She lifted her from his shoulder where it had been resting since they began to talk and gave him a soft kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her. "I love you Dante Messer."
Her chocolate brown eyes shone of desire and love as she scanned Danny's features. She felt in her heart that she was ready to be with him fully. She trusted Danny to be gentle with her. Danny understood the look in her eyes and nodded. He slipped off of her, took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. He walked backwards to her bedroom, never breaking eye contact with her.
They had gotten the door closed and were heavily into each other when the front door crashed open and the sounds of a panicked Adam could be heard outside. Danny and Lindsay scrambled into the living room to find a dishevled Adam.
"What the hell happened to you, buddy?" Danny asked, concerned for his friend.
"Flack and his buddies jumped me at the park," Adam explained. "They said that this was a warning and that Flack was coming after you next Danny. All Flack wants is Lindsay and he'll stop at nothing to get her."
"Get me? What am I? A rare car that someone is selling?!" Lindsay demanded. "I am not for sale or anything else like that. Flack is stooping pretty low to do something like this. It doesn't sound like him at all. It's almost like he's made a deal with someone."
"And I think I know who that someone is," Danny sighed.
"Who Danny?" Lindsay asked, leading Adam into the kitchen to get him cleaned up.
"Louie."
A/N: Insert "Duh Duh Duh" here!
