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Danny's starting to wonder if he'll have any hair left come the end of the month. The fourteenth of January is fast approaching and the snow's still around. Hell, he's starting to think it's never going away and at this rate, he's never going to be able to give Steve the goddamn beach wedding he wants. He's not lying, but he thinks that he might just call the whole thing off if he gets one more sign from a higher power that this isn't meant to be.

As it is, he's hanging around some of the market stalls to look for some fresh food to bring back and add to a healthy heaping of pancakes for Jack. If he's staying the night, Danny wants to have something ready for him in the morning.

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"Hey, I'm not screwing up your extra-special diet-plan that he's got you on. I may be brave, but I'm so not that brave," he scoffs, shaking his head. "And fine, I'll teach him how to respect families, but you're responsible for guilt-glaring Steve."

"Yeah, the problem there is I usually think the shit Steve pulls is funny," she points out. "Also, our extra special diet plan is more to make sure I don't accidentally starve to death due to the fact that I'm like seventy percent man made. So, I can eat cookies, I've decided."

"Okay, then, you can drop by the bakery when my shifts are on," he says with a smirk, popping a blueberry against her lips. "And I'll bake you a custard-filled cake or some sugar cookies. Ma's recipe, I promise," he swears. "It'll be good for you and the baby."

She grins and nips at his fingers, glancing around as she imagines exactly what this looks like.

Thank God for understanding boyfriends.

"Better than a momma or a wife," she purrs, bopping his nose. "This baby's going to adore you. He's going to love his Uncle Danny."

"Yeah," Danny agrees, forcing a patient smile on his face because it's not what he wants. It's nowhere near what he wants, but he's not calling the shots on this. "He'd better considering how much time we're gonna be spending together."

"Like, lots of time," she insists. "Like, so much that you'll be getting sick of diapering my spawn. You're gonna be a huge part of this kid's life, Danny. We need you."

"I don't think I'm gonna protest that, not for a second," he insists. "I miss a kid. I miss my kid. I want a daughter or a son, I just..." He trails off. "No, this isn't my issue. This is about you and your Jess."

"Not everything has to be about me and my issues," she says. "I'm slowly learning that. It's okay if this baby makes you kind of sad. I'm not going to be insulted or whatever."

Danny keeps the serene look of calm on his face and yeah, it's torture. It's on par with him being back home and pretending to be okay about Rachel and Stanley, but he'll do it. "Come on, what are you talking about? I'm not sad."

Rachel's not sure if Danny thinks she actually doesn't know him that well, but she's willing to drop it. For now.

Neither one of them can let things go very well, but she'll try for him.

"Okay," she relents. "So if we get stuck here, you think it's safe to deliver a baby in this weird place? I don't think they've got like, epidurals."

"They've had drugs since the dawn of time, babe," Danny can promise that much. "Also, thank you for not wanting to do this new age style with the music and breathing in through your eyes and out through your cervix. I swear, strangest thirty-six hours of my life."

"Dude," she says meaningfully. "Right now, where we are? They still put women to sleep with chloroform to have babies. Do you even know how pissed I will be if the kill me by accident? Also, fuck no. I want drugs and a sterile environment."

"I'd find you the good drugs," Danny promises with a smirk, considering he'd go to any length to save her. "Besides, if you give birth now, I'll be worried about how early your kid's coming into the world."

"If the kid's born now, it'll look like a newt," she says, patting her belly. "Anyway, I mean if the island doesn't come back. Which, I swear to God I am going to be so pissed. This place is weird."

"But he'll be a cute newt," Danny says, smirking as he wrinkles his nose up and imagines the cute-newt-little-baby that he's going to be a proud uncle to. "And if it doesn't come back, I swear to god, it's Rachel's revenge."

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