Summary: Danny and Kate are engaged and very happy. But can their love endure the wrath of the Messer clan?
A/N: Here we are once again. We get to meet Danny's family and all I'm going to say is, they're New York Italians, and Kate's not. You do the math
'When it's family, you accept them because you have no choice but to.' -Dolly Parton, Family.
Danny had been sound asleep when the phone rang. He dreaded answering it. It was one of his rare days off and he really didn't' want to go in. But if he didn't answer it and it was a real emergency, he would feel like a total ass. Reaching across the nightstand, he pulled the phone off its charger and answered.
"Messer."
"Oh thank god. I have been calling and calling and you never answer. I thought something bad had happened to you. Why would you do that to me, Daniel? I don't understand you sometimes." A heavily accented woman's voice rang through loudly from the other line.
"Ma?"
"What, you don't even recognize your own mother's voice now?" Danny rolled his eyes. It was most definitely his mother. No one was as dramatic as Angela Messer.
"Of course not, Ma. I could never forget your voice. What's up?"
"Do I have to have a reason to call my baby boy?" She inquired.
"You usually do."
"Don't be a smart aleck, Daniel. I am simply calling to request your presence at your niece Christianizing. All your siblings will be there and Ava wants to make you Daniella's godfather. And bring that girl of yours. I want to meet the woman you plan on bring into this family." Angela demanded.
Danny had to suppress his groan. A family gathering with Kate in tow was not going to end well. But they would have to meet eventually. He couldn't plan to spend forever with her and not have them cross paths.
"Alright, Ma. We'll be there." He agreed reluctantly.
"Oh good. It's Sunday at 9am at St. Anthony's. You know the one by the house? And please, Daniel, don't be late." Her voice sweetened once she had him hooked.
"Okay, Sunday at 9. Bye, Ma." He hung up before she could rope him into something else. As he flopped back down onto his pillow, he ran a hand over his face. This was going to be a nightmare.