It has been 3 weeks since she was released from the hospital. They still had their good and bad days. Danny had been splitting his time between work and her place, he and her couch began to have an intimate relationship. He wished that it was her bed he was becoming familiar with, but he was taking what he could get. He stayed at his apartment on the days and nights she didn't want to see his face, or hear his voice.

This week had been a very good week.

Lindsay had been complaining about not having any clothes to wear, and that she was getting too fat for even her sweats. She wanted real people clothing, she said. So Danny took his financial life into his own hands, he handed his credit card over to Stella, privately telling her to help Lindsay pick out a nice dress for an evening out. He had already ordered tickets to a premiere that he knew she would love.

He waited for her to come out of the bedroom, his jaw nearly dropping when he saw her come out. She wore lavender dress that accentuated all of her newly formed curves, and came mid-calf. She was stunning. Lavender defiantly was her color.

He was staring at her. He felt like his chest would seize up on him. His throat had gone dry. He hadn't even blinked.

She smiled shyly, her cheeks turning red, "Danny," she said softly.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, and cleared his throat, "Yeah."

"You're staring," she said, trying to see if she had anything near her to cover her up. Maybe she looked as fat as she felt.

"You're gorgeous," was his simple reply. He said it so sincerely that she almost believed him.

The corner of her mouth lifted up, "Thank you, but I feel like an elephant."

"That's my boy growing," he said proudly, taking the shawl she held in her hand.

"What has you so sure it's a boy?" she asked, allowing him to drape it across her shoulders.

He held the door open for her, "I saw him," he said quietly, his mind flashing back to that awful day. The day he froze up and nearly lost them.

Sensing his uneasiness she let it drop, realizing that it must have something to do with her last trip to the hospital. Flack had told her about Danny freezing up, believing that she was dying in his arms. The day Flack told her she almost died because Danny couldn't move, made her realize how deeply wounded he truly was, how tormented he must truly be. She had asked him to start seeing the PD grief counselor, he hesitantly agreed. She didn't know all the details of 

what he saw and was thinking about in those few short precious moments, but she knew it had profoundly affected both of them.

"So you never told me were we are going," she smiled at him, dropping the subject. She had been to grief counseling, she knew that when he was ready to talk about things he would. Forcing him to open up to her hadn't worked in the past, and as long as he was trying to deal with what had happened, that was all she could ask of him.

He grinned at her, "I never did, did I?"

A/N: Thanks to DTD and Liffy!! The dress Lindsay is wearing is this one, content./ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/13/5586693.jpg