It was 3:00 Sunday morning. Lindsay was wide awake. She couldn't stop thinking about what the doctor had told her. Twins? Lindsay thought. How am I going to carry around twins! She rolled over on to her back and looked at her husband next to her. Now he could carry twins. She thought. She made a little snicker at the thought of her tall husband pregnant, with huge ankles.
"You awake Linds?" Don muffled.
"Go back to sleep Don, I'm fine."
"Yea, I know." He said drifting. Lindsay moved slowly over so she was cradled within his body. His arm around her, and she grabbed his hand. "Twins Lindsay," he muttered "What the hell are we gonna do with ourselves?"
"Who knows." Lindsay said drifting off to sleep.
"You are not going to work today Lindsay, no way, you're sick as a dog!"
"Don, I'm--."
"No, I'm calling you in, Mac will understand. Please stay home for me Linds. I need you to be healthy." Don pleaded. How could Lindsay resist that?
"Fine. But don't expect me to be this willing all the time."
"Thank you. I love you, and my phone will be on, call me whenever for whatever."
"Will do babe." She said pecking him on the lips. He headed out the door and Lindsay plopped on the coach, waiting for the Early Show to come on.
"So the wifey's home sick today?" Danny asked.
"Unwillingly of course. She hates stayin' home, you know how Lindsay can be. Always willing to work."
"Yea, Montana is quite the gal. Well, co-worker I mean, she's your gal of course."
"Messer stop while you're ahead." Flack scolded as they walked into the bar for lunch. They sat down and ordered when Flack's phone started to ring. "It's Lindsay, hold on a sec will ya Messer?"
"Tell her I'm very disappointed she ain't here!" Danny yelled as Flack went out the door.
Minutes later Flack and Danny were hailing a cab and driving to the hospital. It hadn't been Lindsay on the phone, it was her Obstetrician, informing Don that Lindsay had had complications.