Hello, all! I've been trying to come up with some new stories lately, and I hope this one is more successful. I started it a couple months ago, but left it alone until yesterday, because I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to post it. So, without further ado, here it is!
Disclaimer: I do not own and aspects of the Danny Phantom series.
"Jazz, are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked my sister-in-law.
"Don't worry, Sam. Danny insists on spending more time with his niece and nephew. And then both of you should finally know for sure if you're ready to be parents."
"Okay, go ahead and bring them over," I sighed, hanging up.
Okay, so maybe I'd best explain. You see, it all started eight years ago, when Daniel Fenton and I, Samantha Fenton, were both fifteen. I was still Sam Manson then, and Danny and I loved each other very much, but neither of us knew it. Until one fateful day over the summer between ninth and tenth grade. There was a ghost fight, and Danny, the human-ghost hybrid that he is, had to save our hometown of Amity Park- again. And myself and our other best friend, Tucker Foley, acted as his sidekicks.
After the fight, Tucker went home, while I stayed to tend to Danny and his minor wounds. Who would've thought that the two of us alone in his room could've led us to this point?
No, it is NOT what you think. We just confessed our feelings for each other, and kissed... a lot. And we've been inseparable ever since. And now, it's been two years since we graduated college, and a year since we married.
And during the course of that time, Danny's older sister, Jasmine, also fell in love- with Dash Baxter, Casper High's Big Man on Campus, of all people. Dash suffered an injury ending his football career when he was only sixteen, and realized that unless he wanted to waste away the rest of his life at the Nasty Burger, he'd best get serious about school. Jazz was the only one willing to help, having tutored him when she was sixteen and he was fourteen. They, too, got married, after she got her Bachelor's in Psychology, and he, surprisingly, received an Associate's in Graphic Design. Now he works from home, while Jazz attends graduate school and interns for a therapist.
And that brings me to today. Jazz and Dash married nearly four years ago, and have two wonderful children, a three-year-old daughter and a nine-month-old son. Since Dash cares for the kids, Jazz has managed to stay in school. But now that it's summer vacation, Dash and Jazz want to go away for the weekend, by themselves. When they do, Jazz and Danny's parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, usually watch the kids.
But Jazz, knowing that Danny and I want children of our own at some point, came up with the brilliant idea of leaving our niece and nephew with us for the weekend. So when Danny gets home from his job as head of security at Axiom Labs, he'll be greeted not just by his loving wife, but two precious surprises- a toddler and an infant.
I straightened up the house and placed some clean sheets on the twin bed in one of the guest rooms. Jazz and Dash would be by that afternoon to drop off the kids and their supplies.
Once that was done, I made myself a small salad for lunch. Nervous about the weekend, I wasn't feeling particularly hungry. After I finished eating, I really got to thinking about the weekend that lied ahead. Just what had I gotten myself into, taking on an infant and a toddler for two nights, without even consulting my husband?
But then I remembered there was a very important reason for doing this. I agreed to go along with Jazz under the guise that I wanted to see if Danny and I are ready to be parents. But the thing is, I sort of missed my period a couple weeks ago...
The doorbell rang, interrupting that train of thought. Damn, they're here already? I mused, getting up to answer the door. My niece immediately squealed and started clinging to my legs.
"Hey, Michelle," I smiled down at her, bending over and patting her head affectionately. I managed to scoot out of the way, with her standing on my feet, so that I could let her parents in.
Jazz was holding Michelle's little brother, Jack (named after my father-in-law), in one arm, and carrying his diaper bag and Michelle's suitcase with her free hand. Dash was right behind her, carrying a portable playpen, which he'd collapsed to fit in the trunk of the car.
I gestured for them to set the things in the guest room; I could organize them later. Once that was done, I finally managed to pry Michelle away from my legs, picking her up and carrying her to the couch. I sat down next to Jazz, who was still holding Jack, and plucked Michelle into my lap.
Jazz managed to dig a list out of her purse and began to read off of it. "Michelle and Jack usually go down for their nap right after lunch. Michelle typically sleeps about an hour, while I'll let Jack sleep for about two hours before waking him up. I don't want him to sleep too long during his nap, or he'll want to be up all night. And I brought plenty of clean clothes and diapers for him, along with some bottles, and formula, and baby food, and a list of emergency numbers-"
"Jazz, sweetie, I'm sure Sam can work it out," Dash interrupted. "Just give her the list, so we can get going. We're supposed to check in at the hotel by five."
"Okay, okay," Jazz conceded. She stood up and kissed Jack good-bye before handing him to Dash to be put down for his nap. Then she knelt down next to me, looking at Michelle.
"Honey, you be good for Auntie Sam and Uncle Danny," she told her. "Mommy and Daddy will be back in two days, okay? We love you and your brother so much, and we'll miss you both."
"Okay, Mommy," Michelle murmured. She spoke quite clearly for her age.
Dash and Jazz bid good-bye to their daughter, getting her settled into the twin bed I'd made up for her. I walked them to the front door and hugged them, telling them to have fun and relax. They told me they'd call when they got to the hotel, and probably once or twice a day to check how things were going. And then they were off.
I was just about to shut the door when I heard a car pull into the driveway. Danny.
I closed the front door and went out to meet him as he opened the garage and pulled into it.
"Hey, you," he greeted me, with a smile and a long kiss.
"Hey hot stuff," I teased him. "How was your day?"
"Wonderful, but coming home to you is still the best part," he grinned, getting a look in his eyes. Wow, was he in for a shock.
"Oh, stop it, you're making me blush," I admitted, playfully punching his shoulder.
"Oh, by the way, was that Dash and Sam I just saw? What were they doing here? Is everything alright?"
"Well, about that..." My voice trailed off as I tried to figure out the best way to break it to him. I drew a deep breath and decided it was best to just spill the beans already. "You see, Danny, Jazz called me and told me that she and Dash finally have some time off together, and they wanted to spend the weekend alone, just the two of them. So I agreed to take care of Michelle and Jack this weekend, and they just dropped them off. I figured it would give the both of us a chance to spend some quality time with the kids."
"Okay, wait a second," Danny said. "Am I hearing things, or did you just say that we're going to take care of two kids under three years old for two nights, and this was a last-minute decision of yours that didn't involve consulting me at all?"
"Danny, I'm so sorry. It's just, you and I both know how hard it can be to have some alone time with each other, and we don't even have kids yet. I mean, I felt so bad for Jazz and Dash, always working and stuff. And you've been saying that you want to get closer to the kids, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity."
Danny's smile broadened, much to my surprise. "Thank you so much," he grinned, kissing me. "You're so wonderful, Sam, agreeing to such a last-minute thing. I know my sister and Dash appreciate this very much."
I hugged Danny to me, and when we separated, we finally went into the house, shutting the big garage door. Danny immediately went to check on the kids, who were both sleeping soundly.
"They look so cute," he smiled.
"Don't let it fool you," I teased. "Taking care of them isn't going to be as easy as it looks. Because this time, when they start crying, we'll have to be the ones to tend to them, instead of telling them good-bye and leaving it up to their parents."
"Oh, come on, Sammy, how hard can it be? They'll probably sleep most of the day. All we'll have to do is check on them every so often while they sleep, and feed them, and bathe them, and dress them."
"And entertain them, and make sure Michelle doesn't pester her brother, and that she doesn't wet herself, and change Jack's diapers..." I added.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Danny sighed. "Hey, do you mind getting me something to eat? I'm starved."
"Oh, the hollow leg again?" I joked, making my way to the kitchen to make him a snack. As I prepared it, he went to our bedroom to change out of his work uniform. Too bad. He looks so sexy in that uniform, I thought. Wait a second. I'd better control my urges, with those kids around. Don't want things to get out of hand.
Danny came out in jeans and a t-shirt, and I handed him a sandwich. He sat at the table and devoured it as he looked at the TV listings for that night.
"Hey, Sammy, you want to watch some horror movies later? There's a marathon starting at nine tonight."
"Well, the kids will be in bed then, so I suppose we could," I agreed.
"I can think of some other things to do once the kids are in bed," he said with a wink.
"Danny..." I warned.
In answer, he put down the newspaper and got up from the table. He put his plate in the sink and came over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You know, I don't think that I thanked you for the sandwich yet," he grinned, his eyes flashing green.
I stared up at him, closing the distance between us to kiss him. He dipped me back and deepened the kiss.
"Okay, okay, you convinced me," I said with a giggle once we broke apart.
Danny scooped me up and carried me down the hall, stopping to peek in on the kids before continuing to our bedroom. He laid me on the bed before shutting the door quietly behind us.
He crawled into bed next to me, and his hands flew to my blouse, while his lips went to my neck. As he began to have his way with me, I heard a creaking sound. My eyes widened as I realized our niece was in the doorway, watching us.
"Auntie Sam, are you feeding Uncle Danny?" Michelle asked, before I could say anything.
Danny was so shocked he nearly fell out of bed, but he caught himself and reached for my shirt, as I hurriedly pulled the sheet up to cover myself. This was going to be a long weekend...
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