It had been a month since Lindsay told Danny she was pregnant, and Sean had came around last. They had begun looking for a new place to start their lives together, be it a house or an apartment. The appropriate people in the lab knew about them, the people who meant anything to them. Danny never wanted anyone to think any less of Lindsay because of his prior situation. Danny knew people were judgmental, and it was very obvious that if she was pregnant now then they must have done things when he was a still in that horrible marriage. He knew his friends and colleagues wouldn't think any less of Lindsay, and they hadn't. They had never been very big fans of that woman either.
They had gone to a doctor to confirm her pregnancy, the doctor informing them that she was further along than they thought. She was 3 months along, which meant she was almost fully out of her first trimester.
At night Danny would stroke her bare belly, his eyes able to see the slight swell that had begun developing. He would place kisses along her belly, telling his barely-there child he loved him or her, and that he would always take care of him or her and their mother. Lindsay would run her fingers through his hair, bring him up to kiss her and so that he could take advantage of the other part of her body that was growing.
"Danny, where are we?" Lindsay questioned when the cab they rode in stopped in front of a building in the opposite direction of where they lived.
"Trust me?" he asked hopefully. He knew from the first few months after they got back together, starting their affair, it was possible to love someone, make love to them, but not trust them. He thought they had gotten to that point of their relationship where she did trust him. She loved him, he had no doubt, but trusting him was something entirely different.
"Of course," she touched his face, running her thumb gently across his stubbled cheek. Didn't he know by now that he held her heart? That she trusted him with her life, with her heart?
Smiling relieved, he leant into her to touch her lips softly, a gesture of appreciation, "I've got somthin to show ya."
Stepping out behind him from the cab, she looked up at the brownstone and her eyes widened in shock. She didn't say anything but looked to Danny. He could answer what question her eyes asked and he smiled largely nodding his head. He took her small hand and led her up the stairs. He unlocked the front door, and held his breath for her reaction. Her eyes darted everywhere, to the staircase in the foyer, to the doors on both the left and right, towards the back where she could see through the kitchen and to a small back garden. She looked past the fading peeling wallpaper, past the floors that needed refinishing, she could see her and Danny's family there. She could see them raising children here. She could see them growing old here.
After touring the place, "Danny I love it," she smiled widely at him.
"Me too," he agreed. He watched as she looked around the big empty living room, and took the opportunity to drop to his knee.
When she turned around, she gasped when she saw him on bended knee the small velvet jewelry box in his hand, "Danny," she gasped her eyes watering at the sight, "You don't …."
"I'm tryin' to be romantic here, Montana," he drawled teasingly, taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "You know you are the only woman I have ever loved. The only woman I have ever wanted to make mine forever. I thought I lost that opportunity 4 years ago. But you still loved me, as much as I loved you. You stuck by me when I didn't deserve it, when I wasn't your responsibility anymore. You have already made most of my dreams come true, just by loving me and having my child. Lindsay Monroe, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the box that held his grandmother's antique ring.
Lindsay was so overcome with emotion that she couldn't even talk, all she could do was nod her head yes. This was like a dream come true to her. Her Danny wanted to have a life with her; his baby was in her belly. And he was hers. All hers. He wasn't going to leave in an hour to go back to his son and wife. He was not married anymore. He had no obligations to that woman. He was free to be with her, and he wanted her, loved her more than he knew how to say. Leaning down she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, passionately.
He slipped the ring on her finger, "My grandfather gave this ring to my nonna. It was passed down to me and the only people who has ever worn this and ever is going to is nonna and you, you got that?" he promised her, letting her know how special it was to him.
She held it out, the tears almost clouding her vision, it fit perfectly, just like they did.