Disclaimer: I don't own Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.
He loved her belly. He knew this was odd, but he loved it anyway. He loved to rest his hands on her and feel the warmth of a living being inside of this woman he loved. He was sad it was gone, too. The breadth of their relationship depended, stretched, and grew because of the bonding over the baby in her stomach. Because of that little girl, he had gone from a double-divorced, drug-addicted, ex-alcoholic to a father and an almost-husband of Jordan McDeere—because of that woman and that baby in that stomach.
People thought, he could tell, that maybe this was all too fast to be true. Even she thought, at first, that he was feeling high on being clean and that he would get bored with her. Danny knew that she was protecting herself when she said it, that she was worried. He also could see that she was in love with him, so it made up for it.
He won her over, and thank God he did. Otherwise, he'd be stuck on a futile chase leading only to madness.
He had developed a theory: maybe, in the beginning, he wasn't sure what he was chasing. Maybe he didn't know what he wanted, and maybe choosing Jordan was just by chance.
Maybe all that was true. But he knew, with 110 percent of his spastic, over-worked, impulsive, completely in-love self, that this was where he was supposed to be.
That's what he thinks about at night, becoming more and more sure with each moon's passing. And in this particular night, with stars shining in and a baby in the crib and her body next to his, he felt the desperate urge to say something.
"Jordan," he said, leaning up on his arms. He placed his hand on her arm, and tried to rouse her out of sleep. "Jordan," he said again.
"Mmm…" she shifted and sighed.
She opened her eyes now. The anxious look on his face made her worry. "What? What's wrong? Is the baby okay?"
"The baby's fine." He assured her, eased in her familiar wide-eyed stare and voice-cracking panic.
She dropped her head back on the pillow, and sighed again, annoyed this time. "Danny?"
"Why am I awake at three in the morning?"
"How did you know it was three in the morning?"
"Magic, Danny, remember?" she said. "Also, I can see the clock from here. Which brings me back to my original question."
"I know you want your beauty sleep but I need to tell you something." She leaned back up on her arms at the change in his tone.
"I love you. A lot." He said it as if almost admitting a fault, bewildered.
"I'm aware." She said dryly.
"I don't think I say it enough, is all. You can go back to sleep now." He flipped over and shut his eyes, satisfied.
But Jordan was frozen, taking that in.
She was with a man who would wake her up in the middle of the night just to tell her he loved her, because he didn't think he did it enough.
She realized suddenly that she should do something, so she wrapped her arm around him and kissed his cheek.
"I love you too."