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Nadalaholic
**Chap9**- The talk (Tissues may be needed 
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Marge and Tom had been staying with Danny for two days and every time she had tried to bring up the subject of her daughter he would shrug her off with an excuse like, ‘Lindsay needs changing’, ‘Lindsay needs to be fed’!
And she had decided that she wasn’t having any more of it. She walked in to the apartment after going to fetch some things from the shop and saw Danny sitting in front of the TV with a bottle of beer. Which she had noticed had become his now usual evening routine.
She put the shopping on the side and headed down towards the guest room where she found her husband reading, ‘Tom will you take Lindsay for a walk?’ Tom looked up a little confused but when he saw the look that his wife was giving him he understood what she wanted (needed) to do.
‘Sure,’ He smiled at his wife as he put his book down, took off his reading glasses and walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. ‘Do you want to come and help me get her ready?’
‘Nope, I’m sure you can cope, but hurry up!’ She said as she kissed him sweetly on the cheek and headed back down the hall towards her son in law.
She walked straight in front of him, switched off the TV and sat in the second armed chair, in one fluid movement.
‘Yes?’ Danny asked knowing what was coming.
‘Danny we need to tal…’
‘I think Lindsay needs…’ Danny stood up but Marge beat him to it and forced him back into his seat.
‘No you don’t Danny,’ Marge said forcefully, ‘TOM?’ As she spoke her husband came walking down the corridor pushing Lindsay in her push chair.
‘I’ll see you guys in a bit,’ He said smiling at the sight in front of him.
‘Great,’ Danny thought, ‘I’m trapped.’ He turned to face Marge and they sat their trying to read each other.
‘Danny, I know that the past couple of days have been very traumatic and painful for you but you have been behaving like you are the only one in this situation! Your friend Don called me yesterday he says that you won’t answer neither of his or your colleagues calls. From what Lindsay told me you were all a tight bunch- more like family than friends. So don’t you think they are hurting as well? This is something you can’t go through on your own Danny and hiding in the shadow of your new daughter isn’t going to help! And I’m not going to let you sit here and drown your sorrows when there are people that need you.’
Danny just looked down at his beer, ‘But…’
‘But what? She was my daughter Dan, don’t you think it’s affecting me! Your child shouldn’t die before you so you don’t prepare yourself for it! I hope you never have to go through that, I really do! But you can’t just sit here forever and block out the world.’
Danny looked up, ‘Danny when I see you with your daughter you make me smile for the first time in days. I see the pain in your eyes because of the resemblance that she has to my daughter but I also see how much you love her, how much you want to protect and care for her. But Danny things aren’t looking good are they for you and fatherhood no! Things are just going to get worse unless you decide to make them better.’
Both Danny and Marge had silent tears rolling down theirs cheeks, ‘I hate to say Danny but Lindsay is dead! She’s not coming back and nobody not even all the love in the world can bring her back!' Marge wiped her eyes as the tears began to flow even more. 'You need to live a life which Lindsay can’t for her and your daughter’s sake. She’s just not coming back!’
As she finished Marge broke down all the tears and emotions that she had tried to hide from Danny and her husband were pouring out. Danny got up and held Marge close to his heart which had been ripped apart at the news of Montana’s death.
As the two sat in the middle of the New York apartment, tears flowing, only time would tell if all hearts would be rebuilt but what they did know for certain was that it would be centred around the little child with the name, Lindsay Montana Messer.
)Marge and Tom had been staying with Danny for two days and every time she had tried to bring up the subject of her daughter he would shrug her off with an excuse like, ‘Lindsay needs changing’, ‘Lindsay needs to be fed’!
And she had decided that she wasn’t having any more of it. She walked in to the apartment after going to fetch some things from the shop and saw Danny sitting in front of the TV with a bottle of beer. Which she had noticed had become his now usual evening routine.
She put the shopping on the side and headed down towards the guest room where she found her husband reading, ‘Tom will you take Lindsay for a walk?’ Tom looked up a little confused but when he saw the look that his wife was giving him he understood what she wanted (needed) to do.
‘Sure,’ He smiled at his wife as he put his book down, took off his reading glasses and walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek. ‘Do you want to come and help me get her ready?’
‘Nope, I’m sure you can cope, but hurry up!’ She said as she kissed him sweetly on the cheek and headed back down the hall towards her son in law.
She walked straight in front of him, switched off the TV and sat in the second armed chair, in one fluid movement.
‘Yes?’ Danny asked knowing what was coming.
‘Danny we need to tal…’
‘I think Lindsay needs…’ Danny stood up but Marge beat him to it and forced him back into his seat.
‘No you don’t Danny,’ Marge said forcefully, ‘TOM?’ As she spoke her husband came walking down the corridor pushing Lindsay in her push chair.
‘I’ll see you guys in a bit,’ He said smiling at the sight in front of him.
‘Great,’ Danny thought, ‘I’m trapped.’ He turned to face Marge and they sat their trying to read each other.
‘Danny, I know that the past couple of days have been very traumatic and painful for you but you have been behaving like you are the only one in this situation! Your friend Don called me yesterday he says that you won’t answer neither of his or your colleagues calls. From what Lindsay told me you were all a tight bunch- more like family than friends. So don’t you think they are hurting as well? This is something you can’t go through on your own Danny and hiding in the shadow of your new daughter isn’t going to help! And I’m not going to let you sit here and drown your sorrows when there are people that need you.’
Danny just looked down at his beer, ‘But…’
‘But what? She was my daughter Dan, don’t you think it’s affecting me! Your child shouldn’t die before you so you don’t prepare yourself for it! I hope you never have to go through that, I really do! But you can’t just sit here forever and block out the world.’
Danny looked up, ‘Danny when I see you with your daughter you make me smile for the first time in days. I see the pain in your eyes because of the resemblance that she has to my daughter but I also see how much you love her, how much you want to protect and care for her. But Danny things aren’t looking good are they for you and fatherhood no! Things are just going to get worse unless you decide to make them better.’
Both Danny and Marge had silent tears rolling down theirs cheeks, ‘I hate to say Danny but Lindsay is dead! She’s not coming back and nobody not even all the love in the world can bring her back!' Marge wiped her eyes as the tears began to flow even more. 'You need to live a life which Lindsay can’t for her and your daughter’s sake. She’s just not coming back!’
As she finished Marge broke down all the tears and emotions that she had tried to hide from Danny and her husband were pouring out. Danny got up and held Marge close to his heart which had been ripped apart at the news of Montana’s death.
As the two sat in the middle of the New York apartment, tears flowing, only time would tell if all hearts would be rebuilt but what they did know for certain was that it would be centred around the little child with the name, Lindsay Montana Messer.
