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After our date at the movie theater, we had several
other dates that week. Restaraunts, clubs, dancing,
bowling, long walks in the park... etc. I really liked
Danny. He was gorgeous and completely hysterical. The
only thing I worried about was his connection with
Harry. I hoped that he wasn't quite so much like his
cheating friend, who managed to hurt himself AND two
girls who had feelings for him. It wasn't necessarily
that I held anything against Harry. I tried to be
understanding of the situation. It was
complicated...bottom line.
I just couldn't help but look at a relationship head
on and fear that I'd get screwed over again. Danny and
I walked down the sidewalk in town, hand in hand,
licking ice cream cones and people watching. We had
just got out of seeing a movie and decided that even
though Danny drove us to the theater, we'd kill some
time and walk a few blocks out of the way for some ice
cream. It was AMAZING ice cream too...and I couldnt
help but glow as he laced his fingers through mine.
After we walked to the ice cream place and back, our
ice cream cones long finished, we hopped back in the
car. Danny turned the key and started down the street,
opposite of his house. I thought for a few minutes,
just observing everything we were passing... we were
almost on the outskirts of town now. "Danny..where are
we going?"
Andrea's P.O.V.
"DOUGIE!" I yelled, looking frantically all over the
house. Dougie stuck his head over the balcony and
looked down into the family room from the upstairs
hallway. "Yeah?" he replied cooly. "Where the hell are
the diapers?!" I shrieked. He frowned. "Annie and DJ
are going through this pack like wild boars...and I
cant find the 50 pack your mom just bought the other
day for us." He seemed deep in thought for a minute.
"I..uhh..I think there under the desk?" he responded.
I chuckled. "Why on earth would they be under the
desk?" I laughed. Dougie groaned. "Look around
Andrea!" he started to get angry, "Between Mom's
stuff, the babies' stuff, and OUR stuff... there's no
room for anything anymore."
I frowned. I didnt like Dougie yelling at me. I knew
he wasnt mad at me, but i still didn't like him
talking to me like that. Made me feel like I'm guilty
for something. I threw up my arms in defeat and
trudged into the kitchen to look under the desk. Sure
enough, there was the package. "Alright..come on you
two" I said to the twins as I pulled Annie out of her
high chair and placed her on her back on a changing
pad on the floor. "Hows my giirlll!!" I babytalked as
I took off her baby clothes in order to change her
diaper.
Two minutes later, Annie was clean and redressed and
back in her chair. "Okay Mr. Messypants" I directed at
DJ, who very befittingly gave an innocent smile. I
lifted him out of the chair and put him on the same
changing bed, pulling off his elastic waistband pants
and untaping his diaper. The thing about changing boys
diapers..is you have to be precise ..and
QUICK...unless you're planning on taking an immediate
shower. In order to insure that I wasn't going to get
peed on, I quickly pulled off his diaper, wiped him
down and fastened a new one around his small waist
with one hand. "Your mommas practically a pro!" I
applauded myself as I tickled his belly and kissed his
head before putting him back next to Annie.
"FUUUUUUCKKKK" I heard Dougie yell out. Alarmed and
taken by surprise, I stretched my neck and listened
hard for a clue as to what happened...if I should
worry or not. "Doug?" I called as I started up the
stairs. As I came up the stairs and down the hallway,
I heard him quietly cursing under his breath from our
bedroom. "Doug?" I asked again. "Yeah..im in here.."
he said in a strained voice. As I entered our bedroom,
I saw him sitting on the floor, both hands wrapped
around his foot. I let out a chuckle, "What did you
do?" I said as I sat down next to him to examine his
foot. "Nothing" he barked back angrily. I frowned,
furrowing my eyebrows. "Whats wrong with you lately? I
was just trying to help" I stood up and headed for the
door, offended and angry. "Wait..wait, i'm sorry.." he
started.
I paused at the door and turned, leaning against the
door frame and raised my eyebrows, prompting him to
continue. "I just..." he stood slowly, "I stubbed my
toe really hard." I scoffed, thinking that this whole
argument was based around a stubbed toe. Dougie
shuffled over to me and his hands found their way to
mine. "Hey.." he whispered, forcing me to look into
his pleading eyes. "I said i'm sorry... its just...."
he stared, looking around our crowded bedroom...with a
crib, PILES of baby supplies, an ironing board, small
tv, as well as our bed and dressers. "we just dont
have enough room in this house anymore...we HAVE to
get out.." he explained.
I nodded, I guess it made since. We had been tripping
over each other ever since Dougie and I got back from
the honeymoon. As much as we loved having Dougie's mom
around and appreciated her help with Annie and DJ,
there just wasn't enough room for all of us in this
house. "So...where do we go?" I asked. He sighed
heavily and shrugged, "I'll find a place.." he said as
he started to inch past me in the doorway. "Dougie?" I
asked, "Just promise we wont be this way to each
other?" I begged, tears started to overflow my
eyelids. I didn't like fighting with him... I didn't
like him being unhappy, nor did I like being unhappy.
Dougie's P.O.V.
"Dougie?" she asked as I started past her in the
doorway, "Just promise we wont be this way to each
other?" her voice cracked as she started to cry. I
frowned and sighed heavily, pulling her from her waist
into a close hug and wrapping one arm around her hips
and another around her neck, squeezing her tight as
she sniffled against my neck. "Its just an
arguement...we're married..we're bound to argue
eventually...." I said. And it was true..all married
couples argue... even UNmarried couples argue..
"It doesnt mean its the end of the world..and it
doesnt mean I wont love you more everyday for the rest
of my life. We'll get through this... And now that
McFLY's really taken off... we'll move out of this
house. I'll buy you a big colonial style house with a
wrap around porch and a big kitchen for you to cook
in. And we'll get a dog and everything will be fine...
I promise." She sniffed again and picked her head up
off of my chest to look at me, her eyes still filled
with sadness. I kissed a tear as it ran down her
cheek, "I love you so much it hurts" she whispered. I
didn't respond, I just stood there and hugged her...
but I knew exactly what she meant.
Lindsey's P.O.V.
"I have a surprise..." Danny said as we drove down the
street. We both agreed we didnt want the night to end
yet. It was barely midnight and we both had so much
energy..but as for where we were going and what we
were doing..I was in the dark. I laughed, "Give me a
clueee" I begged but Danny shook his head. "No..i want
it to be a surprise...a SPECIAL surprise."
I nodded, deciding not to bug him about it. I'd find
out soon enough. My mind raced about what it could be
though, creatively coming up with all sorts of
situations. A midnight movie? Maybe there was a drive
through somewhere? I'd always wanted to go to a
drivethrough..but no, Danny wouldn't know that. Maybe
the beach?.. or some big time party he knows about....
As we pulled into a parkinglot infront of a hotel, I
furrowed my eyebrows to look up at the tall stone
building. He flashed me a smile and hopped out,
meeting me at my door before I had both feet on the
ground and grabbing me by the hand as he led me
inside. "Danny, what are we..." I started, "COME ON!"
he urged, pulling me along. He dragged me through the
automatic doors and onto the carpeted lobby floor and
over to the front desk. "Hi, room for the night" Danny
asked the middle aged women, who started punching the
keys of her keyboard. He turned to me and winked
before pulling out his wallet. I was... SO..confused.
I just stood behind Danny and watched as the lady
handed us two keys, "Room 311" she smiled politely.
Danny nodded and grabbed my hand as he pulled me into
the elevator and pressed 3.
As it lit up and the doors closed, he let out a heavy
sigh and raised his eyebrows. "Danny..." I started.
"Yeah?" he replied. "Why...did you bring me here?" I
asked, afraid to hear the answer. "What?" he laughed.
I lowered my voice, even though there was no one
around to hear us. I felt my cheeks blush and looked
down, somewhat embarrased about the past I was about
to bring up. "Danny, we had an amazing night
tonight..but I cant make the same mistake with you
that I made with Harry..." I waited for his response.
"But..I'm not like Harry, Lindsey.." he started. "I'm
not seeing anyone else..I dont WANT to see anyone
else..." the opening elevator doors and an elderly
couple waiting on the other side of them interrupted
our conversation. I smiled politely at the old people
and grabbed Danny's coat sleeve as I pulled him out of
the elevator towards our hotel room door.
Once we were inside and the door was closed, he
continued. "Lindsey, I'm not going to run off and
leave you for another girl. There IS no other girl" he
said behind me. I turned around to face him, my eyes
welling up. I wanted to trust him, I really did. But
after being used and thrown away like an old paper
towel, I was still freshly sensitive. "Danny..I really
like you. I dont want to screw it up" I cried. He
frowned and pulled me into a hug as I rested my head
under his chin. "You cant blame yourself for what
happened with Harry. It was just a bad situation. I
wish I could turn back the clock, but I cant. I can
promise you...this is not that situation. " His words
were comforting, but I wanted to take this slow. I
nodded, "I cant have sex with you Danny..if that's
what your expecting..i'm not ready.." I wiped away my
tears as I felt a sudden surge of strength behind my
words.
He paused a minute, nodded and kissed my forehead.
"Thats okay... just please, please lindsey...just let
me in.." I laughed at his expression...which sounded
like a pun for a second. He chuckled a second later,
obvoiusly realizing why I was laughing. "Not like
that, toilet brain.." he joked. I shoved him towards
the direction of the bed and he stumbled back to it
before sitting down. I pulled my sneakers off and
belly flopped onto the middle of it. "You think they
got anything good on tv?" I asked. He shrugged and
made his way over to the end table, "I'm more
interested in the rooooom service!!" he sang , picking
up the menu off the table next to the phone and
flipping through it. I crawled over behind it and
wrapped my arms around his stomach, resting my head on
his shoulder. "Hey Danny..."
"Yeah?" he responded, "Thanks" I whispered in his ear,
grateful that he was being such a good sport.
I wasnt an idiot. I knew he came here hoping to get
lucky. And the fact that he wasnt, and he was still
being such a good sport made me feel really important.
I sighed and flopped back on the bed as I flipped
through the channels, moments later joined my Danny's
body next to me while we waited for pancakes, eggs and
bacon to make its way up to our room. "OOhh..
Breakfast at Tiffanys!" Danny exclaimed as I stopped
on a station, which made me burst out into hysterical
and uncontrollable laughter. "What?" he smiled, "its a
classic!" he tried to defend his honor. By the time I
had stopped laughing, Danny had the room service in
next to the bed and had already paid and tipped the
young
boy who brought it up.
Yawn. I awoke the next morning with the smell of
coffee and rubbed my eyes to focus in the bright hotel
room. Danny was asleep facing me..and for a few
seconds I just laid there and watched him sleeping.
Call me a creep if you must, but he looked absolutely
.....perfect. I sighed and smiled to myself. Nothing
had happened last night, despite Danny's hopes and
wishes. I just wasnt ready to dive headfirst into the
relationship that strongly yet... I liked him too
much, which absolutely terrified me.
I picked my head up off of the pillow and sniffed
around, trying to find where the delicious aroma of
coffee was coming from. "BINGO" I whispered to myself
as I climbed out of bed and across the room to the
coffee pot on the counter top which had been set to
start brewing fresh coffee over an hour ago. I took
two of the plain white teacups the hotel provided and
filled them with coffee, a few packs of sugar and a
little bit of cream from the tiny refridgerator. I
took a sip of mine to test it, before picking them
both up and climbing back into bed, putting both cups
on my nightstand.
I curled back into bed close to Danny and very softly
placed my lips to his. They were soft and warm and
within a few seconds of gentle kisses, he began to
wake up and kiss me back. I felt a smile form on his
lips as he pulled away just slightly. "So does this
mean you like it better in the morning?" Danny asked.
I kissed him once before replying, "You're not getting
any yet....morning, noon, or night" I giggled. He
groaned, pretending to be frustrated. I knew he was
being a good sport though, cause he laughed and smiled
widely and sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Thanks
for the wakeup call." I nodded, "I'm sure you would
have done the same...I just beat you to it!" I beamed
proudly.
He sniffed the air, "Mmm..that smells good" he implied
to the coffee scent. "Ah!" I had almost forgotten. I
reached behind me and handed him his coffee cup. "I
already made it" I smiled, handing it to him. He took
a sip before placing it on the end table and turning
back to face me. "Mm..it tastes good..." he started,
leaning over and wrapping an arm around me as he
pulled me closer and slung his leg over mine as he
laid over me, his weight supported by his elbows on
either side of my arms, "But you taste better" he
whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips
against mine. I felt his tongue smoothly slide into my
mouth and it felt like a dream, I thought i might
loose all self control..... as if that weren't his
plan. I'd have scoffed if his tongue wasnt in my mouth.
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