Don opened the car for Betty, making sure that she was situated before closing the door and going to the other side. Climbing into the car, Don rested his hand on her knee. "I didn't mean to hurt you," Don said, putting the key in the ignition.
"You never do," Betty sighed, bracing her body against the window of the car door.
Don turned the headlights of the car on as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Why did you lie to the doctor?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"It was easier than telling the truth," Betty said quietly. "I don't want a whole drawn out deal out of one argument."
"It was just an argument," Don agreed, hoping to be able to put the night behind him. Don glanced over at Betty's silhouette. "How's your head?"
"Better," Betty said softly. "The doctor was right about my getting out lucky."
"We both did." Don stopped at a red light. Looking at the streets ahead, Don suggested to Betty that she rest her eyes; he would wake her when they got back to the house. Betty readily agreed, feeling exhausted after the night's long ordeal.
Don Draper drove down the New York streets, planning on making a quick pit stop before coming back to the house. He wasn't ready to go home yet, to answer Francine's waiting questions, or go back to the room where the argument took place.
Don quickly put the car in park and got out of the car, leaving a sleeping Betty in the front seat. He vowed to himself that he would never ever touch Betty or the children that way ever again – once was more than enough for him.
Betty Draper opened her eyes upon hearing a set of keys coming into the car. Turning on her side, she was surprised to find Don holding two thick chocolate shakes. Betty readily accepted the one in Don's right hand, eating precious little of her dinner earlier that night.
"Yum," Betty murmured, savoring a long sip through the straw.
"We haven't done this in a while," Don said, buckling his seat belt.
"Not since we got married," Betty said, numbing her fingers on the cool cup.
Don glanced at his wife. "That can't be right."
Betty let out a small laugh. "Our dates are usually fancier than this."
Don offered his wife a smile, nodding his head. "I used to take you out for a chocolate shake after dinner, when I didn't have enough money to get dessert at the restaurant."
"I remember," Betty said. "I enjoyed every minute of it."
"Did you really?" Don asked. "It wasn't anything special."
"It was the company that made them so great," Betty reasoned.
Don reached for Betty's hand, relieved that she allowed him to finally touch her. "You know that I'm sorry, Betty."
"I know – that's another reason that I didn't tell the doctor the truth. I didn't know what he would do if he found out that you…"
"It won't happen again," Don promised.
Betty nodded her head, closing her eyes. "I was so afraid."
"So was I. I sat in the hospital for what felt like an hour not knowing how you were doing. And then the doctor said that everything was fine."
"We were lucky," Betty said again. "Now all I have to do is get the blood out of the carpet and furniture," she muttered.
Don and Betty sipped their shakes in silence, neither one wanting to be the first to bring up the issue that caused the fight. Betty finally reached for Don's elbow. "I can't raise those kids alone," she said quietly. Don opened his mouth to speak but Betty continued. "You're not with them all day like I am; you don't see half the things they do."
"Bobby won't learn anything from being spanked – the only thing he'll get from it is fear."
Betty looked at Don, waiting for him to continue.
Don took a long sip of his shake. "I never told you this, but when I was younger my father beat the hell out of me. All it did was make me fantasize about the day I could murder him."
Betty rested her hand on Don's arm. "I didn't know that," she said softly.
"And I wasn't half as good as Bobby," Don added to relieve the tension. "He's a little boy."
"He's our boy," Betty added. She scooted closer to Don, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You can do with the kids as you see fit – but I won't spank them," Don said finally.
Betty nodded her head. "I love you."
"I love you too," Don seconded, squeezing her shoulder. "You ready to go home?"
"I am," Betty said finally.
Don put the keys in the ignition and started down the dark streets. Tomorrow would be another day, and the argument was put behind him, a reminder to both parties to pause before lashing out at one another again.