Don stood watching the platform, flowers in hand. He kept looking at them, and then at the trash can. He could just throw them away, he wasn't even sure why he bought them. Did Syler even like to get flowers? Had he ever asked, or even wondered? Shaking away the thought and looking once more to the trash can. A woman standing next to it, caught his eye, and for a moment all she did was look at him and then to the flowers, she looked like his sister, and as she took in his expression of nervous energy, and then the purple flowers in his hands, she nodded, and smiled broadly at him.

He would keep the flowers.

Her number came over the loud speaker, ad he jerked his head to the platform as the train slowed to a stop. His eyes ran up and down the side of the train, watching others exit, on his third scan of the train he spotted her. She stepped off, and ran a hand through her loose hair, he stopped and stared for a moment, not feeling the need to do anything.

Syler's eyes searched bewildered all around the people crowding the platform, and then she met ice blue eyes that were crinkled at the edges in a smile. For a moment neither moved, or dared to breathe. The they were moving towards each other. He was moving. She was moving. Each with the common purpose of finding their way to the other person arms. Syler threw her arms around him, her fingers easily sliding around him, and into the place buried deeply in his hair. She would never know how he had managed to get his hair as soft, if not softer then hers, but it didn't matter, because she realized that she didn't actually care.

Her arms were around him, and his around her, and that was all the thought she could manage at the moment. She could feel him smiling into her neck, and breathing her in deeply. Both hoped that this moment could last for a lifetime. That somehow they could bottle this euphoria and keep it with them at all times, to remember how much they loved the other when the time called to remind themselves.

But the moment slid away, taking it's allotted time, and passing through their fingers, clenched so tightly around the moment they would later wonder how it had managed such a feat. Now his arms were sliding from her waist and Don pulled her back to just look at her. Drink her in as h hadn't bee able to the last two days.

"I missed you." He said, as though this hadn't been obvious at all.

Though she did nothing to voice this because she found herself saying, "I missed you too Brooklyn."

He smiled, in that way that melted her heart and kissed her. Fingering the hem of her jacket, he pulled back realizing that it was actually his jacket, the one he had gratefully handed over the day she left when they had stood in this position two days before. He smiled broadly, showing her almost all of his teeth to where his eyes were only slits looking at her now.

Syler fingered the edge of the pocket gingerly and looked almost embarrassed, "I didn't take it off all weekend." She admitted.

Don eyed her carefully for a moment, and kissed her again. Kissed her in a way that wasn't appropriate for a public train station, and until that moment Don had never understood what could posses a person to bring such a private thing into the harsh, critical eye of the public. But he decided he would go easy on the next couple teens who found themselves much too wrapped up in the moment.

He wouldn't forget how adorable she looked with an unfamiliar red staining her cheeks as a passerby told them just how public they were being in the form of a loud whistle.

She bent down to grab the handle of her bag with one hand, and righting herself she securely wrapped her other arm around his, but only after ignoring is offer to grab the bag for her with a stern annoyed looked.

He grinned at her as they walked towards the entrance, not feeling bothered to find a quip back because she was there. There, in the flesh, he could feel her. Syler Monroe had not been a wonderful, sexy altogether perfect figment of his imagination.

XxXxXxX

Lindsay lay on her side, her eyes not straying from Danny as his chest rose and fell in the rhythm of his sleep. She was tracing patterns on her stomach, just two months away, two months and she would greet her babies into the world. Looking at Danny while sleeping would give you no indication of a gorgeous fine specimen of male-ness that he was, but rather a ten year old. As he lay on his back, head lulled to the left, facing her, hair headed in every direction, and mouth hanging open.

He scrunched his eyes, and turned on his side, stretching and popping his back in the process. His hand was already headed for her, and met her forearm, eyes still closed, he ran his fingers down her arm to meet her stomach. He smiled lazily as his middle finger ran over her belly button normally an innie, but now resembling a snooze button. Traveling to the left and across her stomach, Lindsay bit at her lip, knowing what he was trying to do.

It seemed that ever since his discovery that only in the mornings, and only at the very back of her sides, almost more accurately called her back, she was impossibly ticklish. Drumming his fingers down her left side, across her stomach and down her right, his smile widened when she let out a shaky breath, and gave in.

"Stop, stop, please." She said, taking his hand, which now that he had been discovered slid underneath her, towards the center of her back where she was most ticklish, and he opened his eyes.

Lindsay's lungs were burning by the time he relented, and she felt like she had just run a marathon with how fast her heart was going. Pulling her back against him, he buried his face in the hair spilling over her shoulders and breathing deeply.

"Good morning." She murmured, not being able to bring herself to be angry with him.

"Mornin'." His voice was deep, and crackled from sleep.

Lindsay tried to ignore the clock that was lighting up her bedside table, telling herself not to look at it, but when she opened her eyes was staring right at it, and the numbers were taunting her.

"Danny, work." She muttered, and rolled over, burying her own face into his neck, not wanting to face the morning.

"Lindsay, no." He smiled into her neck, and grasped at her arm as she rolled away from him.

"Yes, we need to go. I want to try and get off work early so that I can see Sy tonight, Don is picking her up this morning from the station. You should have seen him when I offered to pick her up this morning, I thought he might throw up." She laughed lightly, and looked up at Danny who smiled but said nothing.

"Right, you and Sy do your thing, when you see her, ask her what Don was going to do, I haven't seen him in a while."

Lindsay nodded, and rubbed her neck, heading for the door while mentally making her checklist.

"Linds."

Pausing in the doorway, she looked over at him and he motioned for her to turn and face him, laughing she moved, to where her stomach was visible, and Danny smiled just watching her.

"Kay, I'm good now."

She laughed at headed for the kitchen, hearing his muffled rise from their bed through the partially open door, and the the creak of his bare feet on the wooden floor behind her, turning her watched him smiling at her, and she couldn't help but smile herself, as he sat down and watched her blearily in only low hung sleep pants. Grabbing a box of cereal, because she didn't feel like making anything that morning, she poured milk of the dry flakes, and handed a bowl to Danny.

He grabbed the Sports Illustrated behind him and grinned at her, "Thanks." He said quietly, his voice impossibly deep from sleep, and Lindsay blinked slowly, reminding herself that they needed to be at work in an hour, and they both stilled needed showers, and sitting she pushed aside the thought that one shower could save both time and money, but her cheeks got hot all the same.

Taking in a spoon full of flakes, she smoothed her nightshirt of her stomach and patted it absentmindedly, and tried to ignore that Danny was watching her from across their table. She wasn't sure how she knew, because she hadn't looked at him, but she could clearly see it in her mind, ocean blue eyes looking at her from over top of Derek Jeter's face, and watching her spoon in mouthfuls of Frosted Flakes, while pretending she was thinking about the answer to 7 Across in her crossword puzzle. Now she was wondering why he even bothered to sneak a peek, it wasn't like she would get offended if he looked at her, she was carrying his twins for goodness sake.

Looking at her should be the number one thing he was allowed to do, Lindsay was sure even her father could offer no objection to this.

"Why do you do that?" Lindsay asked, unintentionally being cryptic, because her thoughts had gone on for long enough she was sure Danny would have known what she meant.

Danny feigned being dazed, like her words had snapped him out of deep and meaningful thoughts, it was such a good act that she would have believed it is he hadn't given her a crooked smile just after.

"What?" He asked, now smile at her.

"Still pretend like you're trying to not let me catch you watching."

"Can't I just liked being sneaky?" He asked, though sheepishly looked at his cereal which was no doubt untouched, and soggy, and played with his spoon, having put Derek Jeter's face down on the table, "You really want to know?"

She nodded, also having put down the pen in her hand, and pushing the now empty bowl aside, let her elbows rest on the table, truly interested in what had his face an adorable cherry red.

"Because before we were together you would always look like you were hiding from something, and no matter what it had been I swore to myself I would protect you from it, and for a long time I just learned to live with it, it was just the way you chose to look when you thought no one was looking. But when I look at you now, you haven't looked like that in a long time, and it might be selfish, but I kind of like to pretend it's me that has got you feeling safe."

Standing, Lindsay rounded the table, and stood in front of him, lifting his hands to her stomach she covered her hands over his. Bending she buried her face in his neck, and kissed it, "You make me feel safe, more safe then I have ever felt in my entire life. So safe that I don't feel the need to keep hiding from anything, because I know that you are always gonna protect me from it."

Danny closed his eyes, and breathed in the scent of her soap, and listened to these words, as they surrounded him, and he got hot all over. He could protect her, he would protect her from anything. He would never let anything like what had happened in Montana, touch her again. This time, he wouldn't let the people he loved most in this world down. Gripping her waist and pulling her into his lap, he kissed her.

Lindsay briefly opened her eyes, and glanced at the clock, and shrugged it off.

They were gonna be late.