"Mom went hungry the other night."
"No, she didn't. She was waiting for Dad."
"Did you go hungry?" Danny asked Linda once they were in the comfort of their own home.
She looked at him, his hazel eyes doing that sad I'm-totally-guilty-but-you'll-forgive-me-cause-I'm-cute puppy dog look. She sighed, "I ate a bowl of chocolate ice cream around 9:15, harboring the idea you care more about the job than me. Then I watched a Magnum, a Simon Simon, Remington Steele, and dozed through The Late Show."
Danny frowned, "I don't care more about the job than you. I care about you more than anything, Linda."
"I know. It just feels like you care more about the job, y'know? Like you married me, produced offspring, and kinda forgot about me. It feels like I'm a conviene sometimes. Like, now that your spawn is running around, I'm just your sex poodle."
"That's not true at all."
"I know. Just feels like it is. Y'know?"
Danny smiled sympathetically, "I never mean to hurt you, Linda. You gotta know that. I made a promise to the kid-"
"But you made one to me first. Sixteen years ago..." Linda looked at her knee, "I know I have to share you with the job sometimes. I'm just sorry it's always on special dates."
"I know. But this one's on me, not Gormley. I stupidly made a promise to the kid... Linda, he was getting married, and someone killed his bride... I guess my heart went out to the punk."
The blonde glanced up, seeing that damn annoyed pout on her husband's face. She could hardly resist any of his pouts- the pleading pout, that side-thinking-of-course-it-had-to-be-this-way pout, the annoyed-with-myself-for-thinking-and/Or-doing-that pout. "It's okay, Danny, really it is. Besides, we'll have a lot more anniversaries. And who says a wedding anniversary has to be celebrated the day you got married? I don't know about you, but to me, everyday is an anniversary. It celebrates the one you love, and that shouldn't be subjected to one or two days out of the year."
Danny smiled, he had heard something along those lines before, "Mom?"
"And you. When you two were venting your anger towards stupid traditions and stereotypes and the like."
He chuckled, "C'mere."
Linda happily snuggled closer to Danny, "you could always clear your schedule for next weekend, and we could have a dirty weekend in the city. I'm not due to work weekends till November."
"I like where your head's at, Linda. That's very smart." He gave her a squeeze and kissed her temple, "no hard feelings?"
"No hard feelings. I know you love me with all your heart. And I love you with all my heart... it's just sometimes my brain disagrees and says you don't love me."
Danny frowned, "how often is that?"
"Not very." Linda lied, it was a frequent thing, but her heart almost always won. "My heart speaks louder and tells the brain to shut up. Unless I'm very hormonal, my brain listens."
"When you are hormonal?"
"I'm convinced that you don't want me or love me anymore. Which is sometimes why you wake up to me crying."
Danny tilted her chin up and kissed her lips, "whenever your brain starts telling you that I don't love you, remember I went to a fashion show, both your siblings birthday parties, and made a fool of myself on the ice... all. For. You." He kissed her between the last three words.
Linda kissed his lips passionately, "I'll remember that. I love you, Danny."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." She kissed him again, then snuggled into his embrace. She wasn't mad at him anymore, and it felt good to get some worries off her chest. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and undying love and devotion for her husband in her heart.
