A/N: Hope everyone had a great holiday! Mine was fantastic; I had 10 days of sun, sun and more sun! (Alas, now I am back in the snow…)

Disclaimer: see all the others.

"Wow…" Lindsay breathed. She and Danny had just finished another round of fantastic sex, but this one was so mind-blowing it had taken her almost a full fifteen minutes to come down from her orgasmic peak. Danny chuckled from his spot on Lindsay's stomach.

"Is that all? No, 'Danny, that was the best sex ever, and you are the most generous and loving fiancé ever?'"

Lindsay choked out a laugh. She peeked down at Danny who had his eyes closed and was listening to the sounds of her stomach.

"Hey…" She reached down and ran her fingers through her hair. He looked up at her, loving the way her cheeks were still slightly flushed pink from something that he'd done, from what he'd done to her. "I love you."

"I love you too Montana."

"Good. Now, I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"

Danny laughed. "One Messer omelet for two, coming up."

Lindsay leaned back on the pillows, a smile still stuck to her face. It had been four months since she had been poisoned, and she suspected she was pregnant. She hadn't had her period for a little less than two months, but she didn't want to jump the gun. She rolled over to her side, watching the rain fall down Danny's windows, and listened to him talking to himself in Italian. She loved the way his voice got that husky tone to it, one that sent shivers down his spine and made her start thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him. She glanced at the clock, and noticed it wasn't even 5 in the evening yet. They didn't have to be in until 9 the next morning. 'Thank god for Mac's awesome scheduling.' Ever since her poisoning, her and Danny had been receiving a lot of similar shifts, but not too many as to bunch Stella and Hawkes together too often. Slipping out of bed and tucking the soft white sheet around her body, she slipped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, watching her fiancé move around the kitchen with an unrefined elegance.

"Bella noche…"

"Beautiful night?"

Danny whirled around from his spot chopping mushrooms. "Linds! You scared me."

"How is it a beautiful night?" She swayed over to where Danny was resting his arms on the counter, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Because I am engaged to a beautiful woman, who looks beautiful wrapped my white sheet, and tonight we will make bello amore. E lo porterò pesante con il bambino." Danny smiled cheekily.

"You know, Mr. Messer, you're awfully sure of yourself." Lindsay heard Danny saying that phrase enough times to know that it meant he was going to try to get her pregnant. "I thought you said that it would just happen whenever it happens."

Danny rested his lips against her forehead. "And it will. But if it happens tonight, you will be forced to say that I am a mind-reader and I have super sperm."

Lindsay laughed out loud. "Danny, your 'super sperm' isn't the only thing that will get me pregnant."

Danny looked outraged. "Then what will?!"

Lindsay smiled teasingly at him. "Well, there are various ways for me to pregnant that don't involve ME and YOU having mind-blowing sex. Remember that night I had to stay late with Flack?"

Danny's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. Lindsay laughed harder, gripping his forearms for support. "Lindsay Monroe! That wasn't even on the brink of funny!"

She shrugged. "I thought it was." Danny turned back to the stove. The omelet was finished, and Lindsay had settled down on one of the stools, a fork in her hand, ready to dig in.

"C'mon Messer, feed me and your child to be."

"No, Stella, no. You are not taking me here!" Lindsay planted her feet firmly into the pavement slick with snow, and used her weight to prevent the older woman from dragging her into the designer gown store.

"C'mon kiddo. How many times do you get married? Plus, don't you want to knock Danny off his feet?"

"Yea, but I want it to be because of how I look. Not because of the price tag!"

"Well, where do you suggest we go? David's Bridal? Linds, I love them for party dresses, but your wedding gown has to be spectacular! And trust me, at 75% off, this place is a must!"

"75% off? Really?"

Stella grinned. Lindsay wasn't frugal, but she didn't like to pay exuberant prices for things that she could have gotten at a more reasonable price. Danny's mother insisted that the wedding be held in her back yard, and Lindsay reciprocated with providing catering and flowers, so that her future mother in law wouldn't have to go through the ordeal of cooking and preparing flower arrangements. There were just over 100 people coming, but hardly any of it was Lindsay's family from Montana. Her mother couldn't get time away from her stepfather's farm- but she knew he wouldn't let her anyways- and her brother was in the Navy and currently deployed somewhere in Hawaii. Her father died when she was thirteen. Her uncle and his family would be there- videotaping everything for her mother.

They spent over three hours trying on different dresses for both Lindsay and Stella, one of the two people standing up for Lindsay- the other was Alyssa. Stella was also the maid of honor. Danny had already asked Flack and Hawkes to stand up for him. Mac was going to walk Lindsay down the aisle. When they both found a style they like, Lindsay also picked up a dress for Alyssa- they wore the same size, and she knew the girl's taste almost better than her own. Smiling at the total of the bill, she handed over her piece of plastic, and walked to the sidewalk to hail a cab to Stella's.

Meanwhile, Flack walked into his best friend's office. "Yo, Dann-o, you ready for the big day?"

"More like a big credit card bill."

"What are you talking 'bout? I thought your mother was hosting the whole thing at her place."

"She is. But I told Lindsay to use my card to buy her dress, seeing as how we used her card for practically everything else. And what's worse, they've been gone all afternoon."

"And?"

"And she took Stella with her."

Flack winced. "I feel it for you. Knowing Stella, she'll have dragged her to some designer store on 5th avenue."

"Yea. So, you got your tux yet?"

"Pressed and waiting."

Danny chuckled. "Flack, the day is just over a month away."

"I know. But if I didn't do it now, I'd never have remembered to do it later."

"Bringing a date?"

"Something like that."

"LINDSAY!"

"What?" Lindsay heard her name being shouted across their apartment, and raced out of the bedroom to a panicked Danny. He was standing beside the coffee table, with a piece of paper in his hand.

"What…What is this?"

Lindsay peeked at the paper, but just from the letterhead she knew exactly what it was. "Just a test result Danny, that's all."

"For what?"

"I was just making sure that my estrogen levels haven't been screwed up from the poisoning."

"Really?" Danny read the paper over and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing else?"

Lindsay felt her cheeks heating up. "Damn you Danny for being a fricking CSI. I was going to surprise you at the reception on Saturday."

"So, you mean…you're sure?"

Lindsay sighed and wrapped her arms around Danny's neck. "You are a mind reader, and you have amazingly powerful super sperm." Pressing her lips to his, she heard the paper flutter to the ground and felt Danny smile into the kiss and lift her off the floor.