"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL AND YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" Damian screamed several mornings later. He knocked his glass of orange juice onto the floor, the sticky liquid staining the carpet that was underneath the kitchen table. He then picked up his plate of bacon and eggs and hurled it with impressive force hitting an unsuspecting Lindsay square in the face.

"DAMIAN!" The child immediately stopped screaming and throwing things. He had never heard his father yell before and it terrified him to all ends. Danny didn't like to yell at his son, but he knew that it was the only way to get him quiet. Calmly reasoning with him wouldn't work, simply because Damian wouldn't have been able to hear him. "Apologize to your mother right now." He said, his voice stern.

"She's not my mother," Damian mumbled, scowling.

"What was that, Damian?" Danny challenged.

"Nothing," he replied quickly.

"Damian, I know that you miss your mom, ok, buddy? I get it. And I know that Lindsay isn't your birth mother, but as far as I'm concerned, and as far as the state of New York is concerned she is your mom. You're the one who asked to call her mom. I'm not saying that you have to if you don't want to, both of us will understand, but you do have to treat her with respect."

Damian sniffled, trying hard to hold back the tears. He ran to Lindsay and flung his little arms around her waist. "I'm sorry!" he wailed.

"It's ok, Damian," she said, lifting him up into his arms, trying hard not to cry herself.

A half an hour, a box of tissues and a lot of carpet cleaner later, the threesome headed off to Damian's school. It was his first day back since the death of his mother and it was quite obvious that he was terrified. "It's gonna be fine," Lindsay assured him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Danny and Lindsay got Damian all settled in his classroom and made a quick exit in hope that it would discourage him from becoming clingy and wanting to go home. They then walked hand in hand to work. "This is harder than I thought it would be," Danny admitted.

"I know," Lindsay agreed, "He's having a tough time. We just need to give him time to adapt. This will be hard for all of us for a while."

"I really want this, Linds…you know…to be a good dad and stuff, but I don't think I'm too good at it."

"We're learning as we go," Lindsay told him, "I'm not too great at being a mom."

"Yes, you are," Danny insisted. "He adores you."

"Well, Damian adores you even more," she retorted.

It was true. Damian idolized his dad. He'd already told every single person in Mrs. Sadie's kindergarten class that his daddy was 'a real like cop who carried a gun.' This fact alone boosted him to instant popularity among the 5 year olds.

"I think we're going to have fun being parents." Danny informed his wife.

"Good. How do you feel about two kids?"

Finis

A/N To sequel or not to sequel…that is the question. So sorry about the wait. Lila…. you've been a HUGE help. Thank you so much. Ok….so like I said….I might leave it there, but if you guys object then….

xoxo

Lia