A/N: oh my God, it's updated! Again, just to refresh, I own no one but Maddie and Stephen. But since Maddie has Danny's and Lindsay's DNA in her, does that make them mine too? No, it doesn't... but I sure wish it did. Anyway, here's your next taste. PLEASE REVIEW... after all, my muse feeds on reviews and makes me write faster.

WARNING: FLUFF AHEAD!

Okay, I'm done rambling... onward...

Chapter 29

CRACK

That was my rib

CRACK

That was another rib.

"STOP!" I hear someone yell as they throw themselves over my back. "Don't hurt my daddy!"

Maddie? I see Sonny's foot stop in mid swing. Why isn't Lindsay stopping this? Why is she getting mixed up in this?

"Come on, Sassone," I hear Flack call to him. "I know you're not even that cold hearted."

I assume he shrugged because I felt another good kick in the ribs and a glob of spit hit my cheek. I heard Mac yelling and reading him his rights as Stella did the same to Zabo. Flack is soon by our side as Maddie lays over me, still to protect me.

"Danny…" I hear the New York accent in his voice. I can feel his hand on my head. "Danny, bro, talk to me. You a'ight?"

"Little worse for wear but I'll live…" I grumble as Maddie slides off my back. Don helps me up and I limp over to my wife, followed closely by my daughter. Lindsay runs toward me and wraps her arms around me tightly. I marvel in her scent, amazed at how loving and caring this woman is. I've never been with anyone like her before. Of course, I knew that when I married her but you get the picture.

"Oh Danny…" she whispers in my ear. She helps me walk out to the car and we drive to the hospital. Once I'm all checked out and my ribs are repaired we drive home. Maddie is finally asleep in her car seat, and I'm numb on the painkillers Doc told me to take.

We pull up to my apartment building and get to my place. It's late, so we put Maddie to sleep on the bed we put in the spare bedroom (which will later be redecorated), and she helps me to the bed. She moved all her things into my apartment the day I closed Stephen's case.

She lays me down on the bed carefully. Slowly, as to not hurt me further, she helps me take off my shirt. Carefully laying me back down, she discards the shirt and pulls the blanket up around my shoulders.

She kisses my temple. "Good night, sweet prince."

"Good night, my Montana…"

And for once, I don't mind the nickname. I crawl into the bed beside him and curl up next to him, finally settled in the place I always knew I should've been.