Ok so this is my second story. Once again another one-shot songfic. It's (once again) by The Script called "I'm yours." I'm making it out to (once again) Damsay J. I don't know… it's just Damian is from Ireland and so are The Script so… for me it's like putting two and two together. I hope you like it. R&R

Damian's P.O.V.

You touch these tired eyes of mineAnd map my face out line by lineAnd somehow growing old feels fineI listen close for I'm not smartYou wrap your thoughts in works of artAnd they're hanging on the walls of my heart

I walked through the door after a long day at work only to see Lindsay still up, she had waited for me. "How was your day?" she asked. "It just got a whole lot better," I said. I knew I would love growing old with her. She always had a way to make me feel… loved. She always knew the way to get into my heart.

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchAnd though I may not look like muchI'm yoursAnd though my edges may be roughI never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very muchBut I'm yours

I remembered when I hardly ever talked to her. It must have been so hard for her. I had stopped telling her that I loved her or how much she meant to me. I saw the color fade from her electric blue eyes. I knew it was because of me and that's what killed me the most. I didn't feel like I was worthy of someone like her, but somehow I was still able to say she was mine.

You healed these scars over timeEmbraced my soulYou loved my mindYou're the only angel in my lifeThe day news came my best friend diedMy knees went week and you saw me crySay I'm still the soldier in your eyes

Somehow she hadn't left me. She healed me, made me a better person. For a while when we were still working things out, she was the only angle in my life. Then I got the news that my best friend Cameron had died. I was a wreck, and she saw me cry. She saw me at my weakest and still loved me. She told me I was a soldier in her eyes.

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchAnd though I may not look like muchI'm yoursAnd though my edges may be roughI never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very muchBut I'm yours

I remembered that Marissa was a wreck and their son Derek kept asking where daddy was. Lindsay had to be strong, for all of us. She was pregnant again and our lives were finally ok again.

Once again I had stopped telling her what she meant to me. I was feeling like I was nothing. Then one day I saw her with a suit case standing, waiting for me at the door. "What are you doing?" I asked, my thick Irish accent coming through.

"I don't want to go through what I went when we lost Marley(A.N. the baby she lost in the first story.) I have to leave, unless you have other plans," she said as the tears were streaming down her big blue eyes.

"I know that I may not be everything you've ever wanted, I know that you deserve better than me. I may not always tell you what you mean to me. But I also know that I don't know who I'd be without you. Please don't go."

Needless to say, she stayed. I'm still able to say that I'm hers. She was 7 months along by this time.

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchI know I don't fit in that muchBut I'm yours

"It's a boy!" the doctor cried as our son came out. It had been just a month since we helped Marissa realize that it was just Cameron's time.

"I know." Marissa said. "The only thing that kept me going was Derek. I hope that your baby will bring you guys as much joy as Derek has brought to me," she said toughing Lindsay's stomach.

As I looked at my son I couldn't help but smile. Then I looked at my tired fiancé. I couldn't wait to marry her in three months. I walked over with our son in my hands, the happiest man alive.

"What are we going to name him, love?" I asked Lindsay, we were both holding back tears of joy.

"I've been giving this a lot of thought," she said as she took him from my arms. "I know how much Cameron would love to hold his new nephew in his arms, but he can't. So I say we name him Cameron."

How much more could I love her? I may not tell her often or always be what she wants, but as we looked into little Cameron Arthur McGinty's blue eyes, we knew nothing could be better.

So what do you think once again fluff. And I wasn't planning on making this a sequel to "For The First Time", but it kinda happened that way. Anyway… I'll have a new story up on something completely different. And this might not be the last update to "For the First Time" so… yeah, I'm done now! XD R&R please!