Danny couldn't watch anymore, if he didn't step outside soon, he would end up ripping the next guy's head off who approached his wife. He pushed his glasses up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily; this was so not a good thing to agree to. But he didn't own Lindsay; he had no right telling her what she could and couldn't do. He trusted her, he just didn't trust others. Sure she had randomly glanced in his direction, smiling reassuringly, rubbing her belly, but that didn't make it any easier.
Danny filled Flack in on what was going on. Flack knew his best friend, and he knew this was ripping him apart. So as he saw Danny leave, he patted him on his back on his way out, "I got this." He assured him, vowing to do what might be necessary in his friend's absence.
Danny and Don both knew this game; they had lived it for some 15 odd years. The game depended on how far the woman was willing to go, but not everybody followed that rule. They had seen their share of drunkin' guys try to go too far. They had stopped them from going to far with the woman, but this wasn't just any woman, this was Lindsay Messer. Danny's Montana. Don's Monroe. Don didn't want to have to go to jail tonight either, but if he had to for Monroe, then he damn sure will. She had become like a sister to him, and he would kick any guy's ass who messed with his sister.
The only thing Lindsay drank was a Virgin Screwdriver and a Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri. Lindsay looked over at Stella who was flirting with a cute guy, at least she's happy. Lindsay sighed, what am I doing? She had looked over at Danny several times in the last hour and he just looked so miserable, and like he was gonna knock out whoever was talking to her at the time. She hadn't even thought about how 'pretending' to be single would affect him. She should have realized though seeing as how they had been through much already, and that she had LITERALLY left him several times before.
Lindsay turned to look in the direction that Danny been in, and saw that he had left, Flack pointed to the door. Another guy sat next to her just as she stood up, laying his hand on her forearm, "How about I buy you a drink?" he offered.
"I've got to go," she caught Flack's eyes, who started making his way over to her, "Please just let go of me."
The guy's eyes caught Flack coming towards them, released her arm and backed away, "Okay, no problem. Have a good evening."
"Is he okay?" she asked Flack, as he reached her.
"That was pretty messed up, Monroe," Flack explained, "Go talk to him, go do that Montana thing you do."
She found him outside in a shadowed part of the alley, with his backed turned towards her, his arms folded across his chest. She went up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her swollen belly against his back.
At the feel of the arms coming around his waist he froze, then relaxed when he felt her belly against his back. He wasn't crying or pouting, he was just thinking, about all the other guys out there or even in that bar, and how much better for her they probably would be than he was. "So did you find Mr. Perfect?" Damn, I didn't mean to sound that bitter.
She flinched a little, she deserved that. "Actually, yeah I did."
Danny closed his eyes and swallowed hard, he hadn't expected that or had he? He remained silent.
She walked around in front of him, "Can I tell you about him?"
He choked back a tear he felt forming. Tell me she isn't gonna tell me about some guy she just met. "Montana, I lo-," he cut himself off, "I really don't want to hear about some other guy." Unless you really do want me to kill someone.
"He's gorgeous, he would do absolutely anything for me," she started anyway. "He flew across the country to be with me even after I told him I couldn't be in a relationship. He fought for me, for us, when I didn't think we could do make it," she stopped and took his hands and laid them on her belly, "He gave me this."
Danny let out a long sigh. He hadn't realized he had almost stopped breathing, he moved his hands from her belly to her face, bringing her in for a kiss that told her how relieved he was.
"Danny, don't you get it? You're it for me! YOU are my Mr. Perfect," she jabbed him in the chest. "I" poke, "LOVE" poke, "YOU" poke.
"Oww, your kind of love hurts," he teases, rubbing his chest. "I think your gonna have to make it better," he wags his eyebrows for her. He pulled her in for another kiss, then picks up the hand she put her wedding ring on, pulled the ring of her finger, picked the correct hand up and slipped it on her finger. "Mrs. Messer, this ring is gonna stay on this finger from now on, you got that?"
She smiles at him, and nods her head in agreement, "It's never coming off again, I promise."
They began walking out of the alley, hand in hand, "Did I mention to you, that Mr. Perfect is an amazing lover?" she inquired.
"Really?" That sexy smirk crossed his face, he licked his lips, "My wife has been very frisky in the last few months."
They walked past Flack and Stella, who had watched the whole exchange with concern, "Get a room, you two!" Flack yelled after them.
"You still owe me, Stella!" Danny called over his shoulder, wrapping his arm securely around his wife's waist, leaving no doubt to any outsider, who she was with.