"Yo Danno!" Flack yelled after Danny before he could go into the locker room.
"Hey," Danny said.
"Headin' to Sullivan's tonight?"
"Let me find out what Montana wants to do," he said casually.
Don's face went into a questioning-happy-frown, "Really?"
"Yeah," Danny smiled. The first real smile Don had seen in three months. "She's lettin' me make things up to her."
"Ya know if it was my sister, you woulda been hurtin' right? You fuck it up again, I still might hurt ya," Flack warned.
"I do, and I'll throw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge," Danny promised, but then a smirk crossed his face, "Wanna see my daughter?" he asked pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
Don grinned at him, "Get outta here! A girl? We're gonna be knockin' some heads together," he said as he looked at the sonogram picture.
Lindsay heard a knock at the office door; she looked up to see Mac looking in on her, "Hey Mac."
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah," she smiled.
"I heard about what happened earlier," he said.
"I'm fine," she assured him.
"Are you?" He asked raising his eyebrows, his way of asking more than one question.
She sighed deeply, and dropped her head against her chair. "It feels like starting over, but I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never used to be this way, I knew what to expect. Now he's trying so hard but I feel like I still have to protect myself."
"Do you love him?"
"Always."
"You trust him?"
"I want to, I used to."
"He loves you, he's been just about as miserable as you have. Take your time, don't rush things," Mac finished as he saw Danny coming in.
"Hey Mac," he smiled.
"Danny," Mac nodded at him, "Be good to her and your baby."
Danny didn't know why but he teared up just a little, "For as long as she'll let me."