All right ladies and gentlemen I know I haven't been writing consistently and it kills me that it is this way, though I remain powerless to stop it. But I have for you all a gift that has literally taken me all the days I have been away to write, I hop you all thoroughly enjoy this.

Peace!

Lindsay walked about her home slowly, taking in all of the things she was normally too busy to notice. The counter, though clean was streaked, but she couldn't bring herself to clean it again. Danny had left the towel he had used that morning, laying on the middle of the bathroom floor, and she didn't feel like removing it to its rightful place in the hamper. The TV in the kitchen was set at a volume so low that she hadn't noticed it was on until she entered the kitchen, but was too distracted by the counters to turn it off. Her life had been just this way since their marriage. Though none of it was bothersome to her, she would have preferred that Danny pick up the towels, and turn off the television and wiped off the counter. But he didn't, and she found that she didn't mind.

Placing her hands around her protruding almost nine month stomach as she entered the nursery. The walls were a pale green, matching the bed sheets she and Danny had chosen, the cribs sat catty corner to each other, making the room seem rather smaller then it actually was, a changing table was set up in the corner farthest from the door, two rocking chairs next to it, their cushions also mirroring the walls. It was almost complete. She patted her stomach and smiled at the last two pieces of her perfect puzzle. Though they were unexpected, and she wasn't even sure if she was ready, she found perfection in their mere existence.

She moved towards a rocking chair and lowered herself into it slowly, looking back down at her stomach and wondering for the umpteenth time what it was they would look like. Would they have eyes as blue as Hawaiian waters, or deeper than the deepest brown, dirty blonde that they would spike in later years or auburn locks that would curl ever so slightly. These were the thoughts that burrowed their way into her mind since the very first moment she had discovered that she had been blessed with more then her share of joys.

Rocking back in forth in the black stained wooden furniture, shirt pulled up, exposing her bulging belly to the slight chill of the house. The two inside of her already wrestling for her attention as only the young do. She imagined them calling out to her as they rolled over one another fighting for dominance. The vision of the life she hadn't know she could have, hit her so very quickly, and so very vividly that for the briefest of moments she thought that the women in the rocking chair, pushing herself too and fro must have only been a memory, and she was living six years from then. With bright blue eyed, brown haired boys, a tangle of limbs on the unfamiliar living room floor, tugging at each other playfully, hiding her husband from view, until he clambered unto all fours, her children clutching at his neck trying to stay on top of him.

But she came back to the here and now, and stared at her abdomen, which was still almost nine months pregnant, telling herself that the present was truly the present, and those wrestling days would have to wait.

The opening of a door from off in the distance brought her from the children still squirming inside of her, and she rounded the corner in time to see Danny drop his bag to the floor and deposit himself tiredly into an arm chair.

He was always more tired then he let on. Always trying to convince her he didn't need to sleep, and that he was fine to answer all of her questions about work, an the cases and people there and even rise halfway through the night, after all those questions, to fetch her pickles, cream cheese, peanut butter and Ritz crackers. But she knew, from instinct and moments like these when she would catch him off guard, and his eyes would droop heavily, and only a few more seconds of rest and he would be asleep.

He jumped opening his eyes, at the sudden prickling sensation of being watched, and looked around wildly, but his yes met hers, and he relaxed, his fear subsiding, though he sat up a look of faux alertness on his face.

Lindsay moved to him, and smoothed over his shoulders. Massaging them gently, he dropped his head and sighed. She worked her fingers over his neck, and down his collarbone, her fingers trying to knead and prod in all the right places, to convey to him how much she loved him, and loved that he was being wonderful through this transition. He groaned as she coaxed a particularly hard knot in his left shoulder blade loose, and he finally fell back against his chair.

He smiled lazily up at her, as though he had just been thoroughly pleasured, and the thought made her laugh. Beckoning her with his hands, she rounded the chair, and joined him, curling into as best she could with her stomach, but if Danny was the least bit uncomfortable he would have never let on.

He ran his hands over her stomach, drawing circles over it, and she tried not to let herself get distracted in how good the simple touch was. Danny let his head fall against hers, and his eyes too heavy to keep open, fell as well.

She sat listening to his breathing, watching the turning of his hand on her, become slower and slower, until it dropped, and his entire body relaxed. Only tensing when she tried to remove herself to lead them to bed. His hand moved back to her stomach, and the arm that had been over her shoulder, hardened, "Don't go" He mumbled the words softly into her ear as she shook his head in protest.

"I'm taking you to bed." She said taking his hand from her stomach and pulling at it.

He opened his eyes briefly and waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, but she only laughed in response.

"You, dear husband, are much too tired for such acts." She said softly, and her fingers wrapped around the top button of his shirt as she led him further into their home.

"Mmm," He murmured, getting impossibly close to her face, "You could wake me up." He replied, his tone taking on false husk, but his lazy and crooked grin gave his joke away.

His shirt unbuttoned, and she pushed it off of his shoulders, as they entered their bedroom, she pulled the zipper of his pants, and they slid to the floor. Danny fell into bed, and rolled over to face her, propping himself up sleepily on his elbow, as Lindsay lowered herself down next to him, still clad in the outfit she had gone shopping in that day.

"You, my love, are woefully overdressed." He said quietly, and Lindsay smiled, wanting to life but finding the motion to exhausting to attempt.

He tugged at the drawstring of her pants, and rolled them down and off of her body, and into the floor of their bedroom. There was no seduction to this motion, or suggestiveness in his tone. Only the pure innocence of an act of kindness. He lay back down, and Lindsay rolled so he could turn and lay against her.

He breathed deeply at the nape of her neck, and Lindsay did laugh this time as the rush of air sent her hair tickling its way across her neck, and Danny smiled into her skin. He laid back closing his eyes, and settling in for the night.

Lindsay's breathing had become steady from the moment she had lay down, and he watched the rise and fall of her chest in the dim light of the room for several minutes, before he felt exhaustion rolling over him like a wicked title wave.

Just before he fell asleep he leaned to kiss her neck, "I'm in love with you Montana." He whispered. She stirred briefly, and the last thing Danny remembered that evening was feeling a smile ripping through her body, before he drifted off.

Okay so reminiscing time! Who caught it? I was trying to come up with an ending for this, and it just seemed right hat Danny would still remember it, just as his family is truly beginning. Anyhow, ignoring my gushing there, I know I sort of left you all o a cliff hanger with Don and Syler but I felt I had been slacking in the Danny and Lindsay side of the whole thing, and I felt they needed some moments before the kiddies some to be. SO let me know what you think, and how excited you are for the continuation of Syler and Don! Tune in next time to find out on…The Wondrous Misadventures of My Powerfully Creative Imagination Time! It's a bit of a mouth full but I think it's a keeper.

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