A/N: OH MY GOD! I UPDATED THIS STORY! I hope you haven't given up on Lindsay, Danny, and Maddie, because I know I'm finishing with it soon. LOTS OF FLUFFY GOODNESS AHEAD! PLEASE REVIEW! and Merry Christmas.
I awake next to Danny. No surprise there… I am his wife after all. I stumble out into the kitchen in my pajamas. I'm fumbling for the coffee pot when suddenly a little pair of arms wraps me around the waist.
"Good morning, Mommy," Maddie greets me.
"Good morning, Maddie," I answer as I pour coffee for myself. "Your dad's still sleeping." Suddenly I have an idea. "What do you say we make him breakfast?"
"YAY!" she shouts until I put a finger to my lips. She quietly moves around the kitchen and pulls out his favourite cereal. "Is cereal okay?"
"Nah, I got a better idea," I hear a voice behind me. It's Danny. He gives me a good morning kiss.
"Daddy, you're awake!" Maddie is so bright and chipper, no wonder her dad marvels her. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Aw baby girl," he laughs. "I'm hurting, but it's nothing your Ma can't fix…" he kisses me again. Every day I fall further and further in love with Danny. He's a wonderful father, and every single second he proves himself. I may not have liked some of the choices he made in the past, but he was mine now.
"Danny, not in front of her…" I whispered.
"EEEEEEEEW!" I hear. Maddie is balking at the sight. I know she doesn't like to watch us kiss, but today she'll just have to deal with it. When I break away from her father I see what's bothering her.
I have these itchy red spots everywhere, and I'm scratching them. They hurt really bad, and I can't seem to spot itching. They're all over my arms and my legs, and I can feel some on my face too.
"Mama, I'm itchy!" I complain.
"Don't scratch, Maddie…" she says as Dad picks me up and puts me in bed. Daddy pulls the covers up over me and pulls a chair up beside my bed.
"Daddy, you don't hafta stay with me,"
"You're my girl, of course I have to," I saw Mom come in with a pair of oven mitts and hand them to Dad. He slips them on to my hands.
"What are those for?" I ask as Mom turns me on to my back and pulls up my shirt just enough to rub lotion on the spots.
"To make sure you don't scratch," she says. "You have the chicken pox Maddie, and when you have chicken pox it's very important that you don't scratch, because if you do, the bumps could open and bleed and then you could get an infection…"
"Am I gonna die?" I ask her, looking up at her mother as she placed a hot water bottle by her side.
"No honey," Danny answers, "having the chicken pox stinks, but if you have them now you'll never have them again."
"Oh okay…" as Mom tucks the blanket around me and leaves, Danny stays in the chair.
"Read me a story, Daddy," I ask.
"Sure baby girl," he goes to my bookcase and pulls out a book. I can't see the cover, but when he sits back down, I see that it's "The Wind in the Willows," my favourite. Mom used to read it to me before I fell asleep every night.
"The Mole had been working very hard, all morning, spring-cleaning his little home." Daddy begins. I know the story off by heart, and I say it with him as I feel my eyes start to close.
I'm asleep before he even finishes the first page.
I smile as I watch Danny run his hand over our daughter's forehead.
"You didn't have to do that, you know," I say to him as he gets up, walks out of her room, and closes the door behind him. True, we're married, but I still have the mentality that he may, at any moment, walk out on us. I'd done it to him, not telling him about Maddie, who's to say he wouldn't want revenge?
"Lindsay," he pulls me to him and kisses my hair. I marvel in his scent. He smells of the forest after a good rain. "I love you, and I love Maddie. I would've have read to her no matter what. Whether she had chicken pox or not."
I crane my neck up to reach his lips.
"You're the greatest man I've ever known," I tell him.
"Can I?" he asks, pointing to our bedroom.
I kiss him again. "I thought you'd never ask." I let him take my hand and lead the way, all the while grinning.