|sad| {edelmandola}

Chapter Three.

Julian and Danny spent the next few hours in almost complete silence. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, aside from the occasional sob or asking of the question, "Are you okay?"

"Babe?" Julian finally broke the silence, "I'm gonna order some food. What do you want?"

"I'm not hungry," Danny mumbled. 

"You need to eat, babe." Julian stated. 

Danny shook his head, "Please don't make me."

Julian sighed, pulling Danny into a hug, "Shayla would want you to eat, babe. Please?" Danny shook his head. "Either you'll eat willingly or I'll fucking shove it down your throat, Danny."

"I'm sorry," Danny looked down and bit his lip, "Are you mad at me? I don't like it when you're mad at me."

"Of course I'm not mad at you, babe," Julian ran his hands through Danny's dark hair, "I'm just worried about you, you have to eat."

"I'm not hungry," Danny held in a sob, "I just want her back, Jules."

"Me too, babe," Julian wiped his own tears, "But, please, you need to eat, Danny. What do you want? I'll get you whatever you want."

Danny shook his head, "I'll just have whatever you're having." Julian nodded and walked to the other room to order the food. Danny pulled his phone out. He had multiple text messages from his teammates, family and friends. Danny couldn't bare to read them right now, so he just texted Rob. 'How's my little guy doing? Is he being good?' Danny sent before locking his phone. 

Rob replied almost instantly, 'he's great and of course he's being good! You and Jules are raising him right. We're just sitting down now to watch 'Daddy's Home,' is there a certain time I need to bring him home by?'

'Nope, whenever you get sick of him is fine. And thank you for taking him out today and saying that about Jules and I. It means a lot to us. Have fun.' Danny replied. 

Julian walked back into the living room, he sat down next to Danny again.

"I'm sorry," Danny murmured, "I'm being a dick--"

"Babe, I know you care, stop beating yourself up, okay?" Julian squeezed Danny's hands, "You're helping me so much by just being here. That's all I need, baby."

"I love you, Jules," Danny sniffed. 

"I love you too, babe," Julian kissed Danny's hand. 

"So, um," Danny took a deep breath, "I want to go talk to the person that did this."

"Oh," Julian was taken by surprise, this is the strongest that Danny's sounded in days, "If that's what you want to do, babe, I'll be by your side the whole time."

"I, um, I think I want to go now," Danny murmured.

"Get dressed, babe. I'm ready whenever you are." Julian said softly. 

A little over an hour later, Danny and Jules were sitting across from the man, Tyler, who killed their baby. Jules was staring the man down and Danny was already in tears. Julian rubbed the back of Danny's hand with his thumb.

The man looked back at the grieving couple, a look of regret and sadness on his face. He wasn't even a man, he was a kid. He was a kid who took his fathers truck for a joyride while he was trashed. He didn't have a license, he's only fifteen. "I'm so sorry," He said, his voice sounding sincere. 

"You know you took our daughter from us, right?" Danny choked out, "You walked away from this completely unharmed, but you killed our baby. How old are you, kid?"

"Fifteen," He looked at the table that was separating him from Jules and Danny. 

"Fifteen," Danny laughed bitterly and shook his head, "Our daughter won't ever turn fifteen, she won't even turn five. I don't know you, I don't know your parents, but there is no reason that you should be drinking or driving at your age, let alone doing them both. You took someone's life and you fucking ruined my life and my husbands life. There are so many people that cared about that little girl, and you hurt all of them."

Danny almost broke down in a sobbing mess, but he held it together. Julian cleared his throat, no doubt getting ready to say something that was probably a lot more harsh than what Danny had said. 

"You killed our baby," Julian's voice remained strong, although there were tears leaking out of his eyes, "You could've killed my husband. It's bad enough that you killed our kid," Julian shook his head, "but if you killed the man sitting beside me too, I would've killed you. The only reason I haven't is because I have a husband and a son that need me. You may not have killed him physically, but look at him. Look at me. We're fucking dead. We have no idea what the hell to do because we just lost our four year old daughter because of a mistake you made. This could've been avoided, but you drank and you drove and you killed our baby."

Danny leaned over and wiped the tears off of Julian's face. 

"I'm so sorry for all the pain that I've caused your family," Tyler said, "I made a mistake and I take full responsibility for it. I hope both can find it in your hearts to forgive me."

"I can't do that," Danny said quietly, standing up and pushing the chair in, "Not today."

"Over my fucking dead body," Julian shook his head, pushing his own chair in so roughly that the table shook. Julian and Danny left after that, receiving sympathetic looks froth every one that they passed. They looked terrible. 

"Jules," Danny murmured when they both slid into Julian's BMW, as Danny had yet to get a new car.

"I just need a minute, babe," Julian squeezed his eyes shut after he started the car. Danny squeezed Julian's arm lightly. "I'm sorry, I just need a minute." They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Okay, I'm alright."

"I love you, Jules," Danny squeezed his husbands hand, "Thank you for coming with me."

"I love you too, Danny," Julian kissed Danny's hand.