Danny woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at Lindsay in the bed, her petite form rising up and down with every breath she took. Waking up with the cold sweat had been occurring for about 2 days.

This all started when he took the paternity test. The technician said that he would get the results soon, but soon was not enough. He had nightmares because he thought he would be a bad father. That is, IF he was the father.

The biggest part of the puzzle was how Lindsay was handling this. She had told him that she would support him but he had this fear that she would run from him. People say that they will stick by you in the moment but things change.

He kissed her shoulder and slowly got out of bed. He went to the adjoining bathroom and ran the tap water till it got hot. He ran a washcloth under the water and ran the cloth over his face.

Careful not to wake Lindsay, he went into their living room and headed towards the closet. Reaching up to the top shelf, he pulled down an old photo album. He took the album over to the sofa and ran his hands over the dusty and tattered cover.

As he looked through the album, his eyes swelled up with tears. The pictures of his family brought back good and bad memories. He remembered when he and his brother Louie got the bikes that they wanted for Christmas. The family at the time was struggling and had saved every dime for those bikes. He would race Louie down the streets to see who would win.

He also remembered when his father would belittle him in front of Louie and his mother. To his father, Danny was a disappointment and his father had no problems letting him know that.

He was so engrossed in the album; he didn't see Lindsay come into the room. She sat down next to him and he dropped the album and leaned against her. She knew what he was feeling without him saying a word.