Chapter Ten

"I like him." Danny stated out of nowhere as him and Lindsay sat on the bench watching their son play in the snow.

"Oh good maybe we can keep him." Lindsay replied laughing at Danny, he just smirked back at her. Silence feel between them again as the continued to watch Damon play. "He's not used to this. He's used to having a whole ranch to play with."

"Yeah? He likes the outdoors?" Danny asked as he watched his son trip and land on his face in the snow, he smiled when he saw Damon push himself up with a glare at the snow as he brushed it off.

"Loves." Lindsay smiled looking back at Danny. Danny reached over and placed his hand on her cheek wiping away and snowflake. He left it there, his thumb stroking her cheek as he gazed into her eyes and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled away and Lindsay smiled at his shyness.

"I have to tell my mother, she has been bitching at me for a grandkid since I mentioned your name." He laughed and dropped his hand from her cheek.

"Yeah? We also need to talk about your mouth. Damon likes to say words that he knows will get a reaction out of people. My brother said sperm once, Damon said it for the rest of the day, almost killed my mother." Lindsay laughed as she remembered the look on her mother's face, then her mother went and smacked her brother square upside the head.

"Sperm?" Danny asked confused. "What's your brother talking about sperm for?"

"Yeah, he calls you the sperm donor." Lindsay said cautiously as she waited for Danny's reaction, but he just rolled his eyes and looked back at Damon.

"What was his first word anyway?" Danny asked ignoring her comment.

"Potato." Lindsay said and laughed when Danny's head whipped around to look at her curiously.

"Like the vegetable?" Danny asked as he watched Damon walk towards them.

"Yup, boy loves potatoes, mashed, baked, fries, chips, hash browns, anything but scalloped." Lindsay smiled as she stroked Damon's rosy cheeks. "Right sweetie, and I wanted to see what he would do if I didn't put any on his plate."

"And he told you to." Danny smiled as he picked Damon up and settled him on his lap.

"Yup, he was mad." Lindsay said brushing the snow off her son. "When are you gonna talk to your mom?"

"I should go now." Danny said kissing the side of Damon's head. He placed his son on Lindsay lap and stood. "You need a ride back?"

"No we're good." She said as she settled Damon, his blue eyes following his father.

"Daddy go?" he asked locking eyes with his father, reaching his arms out towards him.

"Yup." Danny said kneeling in front of the two of them. "I'd take you with me, but that would kill my ma." Lindsay laughed as Damon just stared back him not understanding what he was talking about. "I'll be back." Danny said kissing Damon's nose then Lindsay forehead. "Bye."

"Bye." They said in unison as they watched Danny walk away.

"Ma?" Danny called as he stepped through the door and wiped the snow off his feet and took his jacket and scarf off.

"Daniel?" he heard his mother respond as she popped her head in from the kitchen to look at the door. "Hey, I sure wasn't expecting you. What a great surprise."

"You have no idea." Danny murmured as he headed towards the kitchen. "smells good."

"Thank you." She said as she led them to the kitchen table, where they could sit and talk. "So what's wrong, I can tell you're biting your tongue about something."

"Remember Montana?" Danny asked fiddling with his fingers. "Lindsay."

"Of course." His mother said as if he asked her a stupid question.

"She's back, from Montana, for good," Danny said but then it hit him, what if she wasn't? "I think."

"Daniel, stop beating around the bush and spit it out." His mother told him growing impatient.

"She had my baby, my son, your grandson." He smirked as his mother's jaw literally fell in shock from the news.

"What?" she practically yelled once she regained her composure.

"His name's Damon." Danny said as he watched his father walk into the kitchen.

"What's all the yelling about?" he asked as he opened the fridge and looked back at the table.

"Danny has a son." His mother stated and watched her husband for a reaction, but he just shrugged filled his glass up and walked back out of the kitchen. "Ass."

"Don't worry about it Ma." Danny said, not expecting much more from his father. "Anyway he's almost two."

"What does he look like? Do you have a picture?" she asked excitedly as she practically bounced in her chair.

"No, no picture, but he has my eyes and hair, Lindsay's nose, the sweetest little cheeks." Danny smiled as he pinched his own cheeks in demonstration. His mother just laughed at him.

"Danny, why am I just finding out now? Why are you just finding out now?" she asked sobering up from the shock.

"I was a true asshole, Ma. It was after Ruben, she told me she was pregnant, I told her I didn't want him, never would." Danny started but stopped to let his mother soak that information up.

"No you didn't." his mother said in a warning tone.

"Yeah, then something happened at a scene that landed her in the hospital, she told me she lost the baby. Then she moved and now she's back with Damon." Danny finished as he watched his mother.

"Told you she lost it?" his mother repeated.

"Ma, don't be mad at her, it's not her fault." Danny pleaded.

"Oh I'm not mad at her, good for her, you were such a shit after Ruben." His mother stated standing up to go to the stove and stir the sauce. "When do I get to meet my grandson and his mother?"

"Tonight, if that's cool." Danny said as he stood.

"Perfect." She squealed. "You hear that? Danny's bringing the baby and Lindsay over tonight." She yelled towards the direction his father went.

"Whatever." Was the response they got and his mother just shook her head.

"I'll call you when I'm on my way over." Danny said, kissed his mother goodbye then headed back home.