"We'll take Damian."
Danny looked slightly shocked. "We – we will? Linds, don't you think we should talk about this?"
"Danny, what's there to talk about? Damian is your son! He had nobody else. I can't believe you'd even have to think about this." She rubbed Damian's back soothingly to try and calm him down.
Danny thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right. He is my son, and I love him. He belongs with us."
"And this is your room," Lindsay said, ending Damian's tour of his new home. In the past few days, she and Danny had been furiously cleaning the junk out of the guest bedroom and turning it into a room fit for a 5 year old. They weren't quite finished yet, but they left the finishing touches - wall color, bedspread, that sort of thing – up to Damian. He had chosen a blue bedspread with yellow, red, green and orange cars on it. The walls were painted blue as well, with a border that matched the cars on the bed spread. They had taken the furniture from Damian's old room at Carla's apartment and painted them white to go with the room better. "Do you like it?" Lindsay asked hesitantly.
Damian just nodded. He had become very quiet since his mother's death, which was understandable, but Lindsay still worried. He'd been through a lot, with all the custody papers and the funeral and all, and Lindsay knew from past experience that it was tough to go through. "I'm tired." He said finally.
"Do you want to go to bed?" Lindsay asked, not really knowing what to do, as she had never been a mother before.
Damian nodded again. "Alright," Lindsay said. "Let's get your pajamas on and brush your teeth." She helped Damian pick out a pair of green pajamas with construction signs on them and squirt toothpaste onto his SpongeBob toothbrush.
"Mommy always reads me a story." Damian informed Lindsay as she began to tuck him in.
"Ok," Lindsay said. She gestured to the bookshelf where all of Damian's books were. "You want to pick one, or do you want me to pick?"
"You can pick," Damian said sleepily.
"Alright." Lindsay picked out a book about a dog who runs away from home. Damian was nearly asleep when she finished reading.
"Lindsay?" he asked as she began to get off the bed where she had been laying next to the 5 year old.
She sat back down. "Yeah?"
"Are you my new mommy?" he asked.
She hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Um, well, I guess I can be if you want me to be."
"I'd like that," Damian said. "Can I call you Mom?"
"Sure."
"Will you stay here with me until I fall asleep?"
Lindsay smiled. "Of course."
Danny walked into the room an hour later, wondering where Lindsay had gone. He found her curled up on Damian's bed, sleeping peacefully next to the little boy. He smiled at the sight. He walked over to her and tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Linds," he whispered, not wanting to wake Damian up. "Linds, come on. Let's go to bed."
She moaned, not wanting to get up. He sighed and lifted her up off of the bed and carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed before crawling in beside her. "Damian asked me if he could call me Mom," she said, laying her head on his chest.
He put his arms around her. "What'd you say?"
She yawned. "I said yes."
"Good. I always wanted a big family. This is the start."
"Danny," she said, half asleep, "There's only three of us."
"I know. But 3 is enough for now."
"Yeah."
Within minutes, they had both drifted off to sleep.
A/N So how do you like the idea of Damian living with them?? I thought it was a good one, but what do you think?
Xoxo
Lia