Montana
Summary: It's time for Danny and Lucy to meet Lindsay's family.
A/N: DUDES I'M SO SORRY. FailUpdater.
Dedicated to Nick and Neal -the inspiration for the Monroe Brothers.
Disclaimer: Like I own them? Ha. They wish I did.
"Miss Gallatin County?" Danny Messer laughed and ran a hand over the picture. Seventeen year old, then Lindsay Monroe, sitting on a lawn chair in the back of a pick-up, clad in a prom dress, sash and crown. Mr. Gallatin County sat next to her.
"Shut up." Lindsay Messer slapped her husband's leg.
"Violent, much?" Danny chuckled and turned the page in the album, "What the hell are you doing in this one?"
"Barrel racing." Lindsay laughed.
"What?" Danny made a face.
"You get on a horse and loop around barrels, trying to get the best time."
"Wow, you must get really bored in the country." Danny chuckled as Lindsay's fist connected with his shoulder.
"Give me that, before you get to the trick roping pictures." Lindsay grabbed the photo album.
"Trick roping? Damn, Montana, you're a bone-a-fied cowgirl." Danny laughed, "Did you do FFA and 4-H too."
Lindsay reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet, reaching behind Lucy's first official picture, she pulled out a card and held it out to him, "Lifetime member of the FFA. And I did 4-H for ten years."
"Two very different worlds." Danny chuckled.
"You love me anyways." Lindsay leaned against his side.
"I do." Danny agreed, "Very much." He pressed a kiss to her curls. She looked like a page out of Country Music Weekly. Barefoot on the wooden front porch, old holey jeans and a blue flannel shirt was her chosen attire. And on the porch next to the swing sat two half drank mason jars of sweet tea.
"So," Lindsay took his hand in hers, "What do you think of Montana? You didn't get to see it much last time."
"Skylines are still better than wheatfields." Danny chuckled and Lindsay elbowed him, "Are you trying to put me in a hospital Montana?"
"You're making me want to rip my hair out today, Cowboy." Lindsay countered and kissed his jaw.
"It's training for when Lucy hits the smartass stage. She's the combination of the both of us."
"God help us all." Lindsay muttered.
A dark green Ford pick-up rolled up the gravel driveway and parked in front of the house. Lindsay was off the porch swing and halfway across the yard before Danny could blink. The drivers door open and out slid a man with chesnut brown hair and the same hazel eyes as Lindsay. He held out his arms for her, "My, Oh My, look what the cat done drug into town. It's my baby sister."
Lindsay rolled her eyes as she flew into her brothers arms, "Oh Jake, I've missed you and your dumb jokes."
"This the man who didn't get scared off by the Wicked Witch of the West." Jake Monroe teased as he put Lindsay down.
"Shut up about it before you know about it." Lindsay glared at her brother.
"Danny Messer." Danny walked up to the pair and extended his hand.
"Jacob Monroe, any man who can tame my little sister has earned the right to call me Jake." Jake shook Danny's hand.
"You make Montana sound like a rebel or summin'." Danny chuckled as his wife stared down her big brother.
"You haven't heard?" Jake chuckled, "Lindsay Monroe was Bozeman's resident hell raiser."
"Shut up, Jake." Lindsay growled, "and it's Messer now."
"Sorry, Mrs. Messer." Jake ruffled his sisters hair, "Where's my niece?"
"With Daddy out in the barn." Lindsay smiled, "I should tell Daddy how mean you're being to his baby girl."
"That may of worked when you were seven Linds, but he knows you're no innocent." Jake laughed.
"Uh-huh." Lindsay looped her fingers through her belt loops, "Wanna find out?"
"Why do ya have to go and ruin such a great moment?" Jake teased, "I oughta throw you in the lake."
"I've pulled you in with me before and I'll do it again." Lindsay laughed.
Jake merely raised his eyebrow and draped an arm around Danny's shoulders, "Danny, why don't we go see if Mama has any biscuits and get some sweet tea. I'll tell ya some stories about your wife."
"That sounds like a plan." Danny laughed, clapping Jake on the back.
"I hate you both." Lindsay called after them and shook her head.
"Oh, Lindsay Anne, ya might wanna go get your daughter. I'm sure Eli and Riley are gonna wanna meet her too." Jake called over his shoulder.
"All three of you? This is so not fair!"
a/n: Sorry it's really short, but my dog bit the tip of my finger on my dominant hand today and it really hurts.