He could only think of one way to truly let her know what his intentions.
"Danny, where are we going?" She asked as he gently pulled her behind him, her hand firmly grasped in his.
"Someplace very special to me," is all he would say. He couldn't say, "Trust me." Or "Have a little faith," because he hadn't earned that yet and he knew it.
He led her down to the subway, which was packed with people, so they had no choice but to stand. He was mildly irritated, that no one had the common courtesy to get up and let an obviously very pregnant woman get off her feet.
He gripped the bar overhead, and pulled her into him, letting her put as much of her extra weight she needed on him. He wasn't used to feeling the change of her body so flushed against his, and he again wanted to beat himself for not being here sooner.
Why did he feel eyes on him? He looked around and saw a middle age man staring at them, or more accurately on her.
She had tried to get his attention by poking him in his side, but it wasn't working, so she looked up to see what he was doing. His eyes were locked on something, and he wasn't very thrilled about it. She tried tugging on his shirt and saying his name to get his attention and it didn't work either.
So finally she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to her lips and kissed him deeply.
Startled, he accepted her kiss, their first one in nearly 3 months. After she pulled away, he had to catch his breath, "What was that for?"
"I've been trying to talk to you for 5 minutes. What's wrong?"
"That man has been staring at you since we got on," he explained, "The man has no problem openly ogling you, yet he doesn't have the courtesy to let my pregnant girl have a seat?!" he exclaimed loud enough for the guy and the rest of the car to hear.
She just shrugged her shoulders, "I'm used to it by now. I've had to ride the subway alone for the last three months. I used to think it was pity, but now I don't know what it is."
At the mention of having to ride alone for the past three months, he clenched his jaw tight, and pulled her in closer to him. He could feel her bury her head into his chest, and he kissed her head.
"I love you Montana," he said softly into her hair. She hadn't said it in return yet, but it didn't matter to him. He would keep saying it to her for the rest of their lives even if she never reciprocated the gesture. He had cut her deeply and he knew it, he was just fightin' his way in to mend the wound.
A/N: Another prompt from allunwritten, this one is 'alone on the subway'