A/N: So here we are in part three of this little series and Steve and Danny are in for the roller coaster ride known as parenthood with little Makayla. This story will focus mostly on those three though the others will make appearances throughout. I have some ideas on what I'm going to do but I'm always open to suggestions about things they might experience especially because I am not a parent myself yet. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Only ones I can take credit for are Maggie, Casey and Makayla.

He didn't have to wake up, he'd been up all night lying there in bed listening to his newborn baby cry. He makes a pot of coffee, splashes water on his face, his wife gives him a kiss and says its gonna be okay. It won't be like this for long. One day we'll look back laughing at the week we brought her home. This phase is gonna fly by so baby just hold on cause it won't be like this for long.—Darius Rucker, It Won't Be Like This For Long

Danny was exhausted. It had settled down deep into his joints and he wanted to burrow down deeper into the mattress and throw the covers over his head to block out the rest of the world. He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a full night's sleep. It hadn't been because of nightmares which had been the cause of his sleepless nights for years now. No, the source of Danny's exhaustion was currently screaming her head off down the hall with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"It's your turn." Steve mumbled from his position on the other side of the bed. Danny groaned into his pillow.

"Bottle?" He asked, still not making any attempt to move.

"Nope. Gave her a bottle, burped and changed her when I got up at 4am." Steve replied. Danny rolled over to look at the clock that read 4:37am.

"You sure you completely burped her?" He questioned. They should have had at least another hour of peace before their daughter disturbed them again.

"Considering the fact that she spit back up half the bottle I'm going to say yes, I completely burped her." Steve replied with a bit of an edge.

Danny didn't blame him. Steve was just as tired as he was. With a sigh, Danny threw the cover off and tossed his legs over the side of the bed where he scrubbed at his face before finally getting out of bed and heading down the hall to the nursery.

Makayla's face was bright red and soaking wet from the tears that were rapidly rolling down her face as she screamed for attention. Danny quickly gathered his infant daughter into his arms and placed her against his shoulder as he began to bounce her slightly, patting her back just in case there was a gas bubble that Steve had missed.

"What's the matter, Kayla? Huh? Why are you so upset you have to keep Danno and Daddy up all night?" Danny muttered to the baby as he kissed the top of her head. Makayla continued to cry but at a lower intensity level. "I'm not used to this baby girl. I'd gotten spoil having a child that slept through the night."

During the first few weeks, Makayla had tricked her fathers into believing that she was going to be one of those good babies slept relatively well only getting up once or twice a night. Danny's mother had been kind enough to stay until Makayla was old enough to be placed in daycare and on the rare night that she was up more than once, Maggie would take care of her so that they could get some sleep.

As soon as Maggie had gone back to New Jersey, Makayla's sweet temperament changed as the colic set in. Now she was up at least three times a night if not more for 45 minutes or better each time. Steve and Danny rotated shifts with her so that neither one got stuck with the burden which had only led to both of them feeling tired and irritable. Danny was considering asked the Governor to nominate Chin and Kono for sainthood for having to put up with the both of them at work. They had offered to watch Makayla for a night to give him and Steve a break and if they didn't get some sleep soon, Danny was going to have to take them up on their offer.

Makayla's screams had lessened to just a miserable sob now so Danny moved her off of his shoulder and set her down on the changing table so he could check her diaper which he assumed was wet again after her last feeding feeling confident that it wasn't a burping she needed. By the time she was changed and dried again, Makayla had pretty much cried herself back to sleep. Danny carefully carried her back to the crib and set her back down on the soft pink sheets before carefully leaving the room and backing down the hall to the bedroom where Steve was sprawled halfway across the bed, completely oblivious of his partner's return. Danny looked at the bedside clock and sighed as he crawled back under the covers.

5:02am. Fifty-eight minutes to sleep before the alarm went off and they started the whole process over again.

"Steven! This is not what I meant!" Danny hollered as he clutched at the passenger side door as he was almost positive Steve literally took a corner on two wheels.

"What? You said you needed something to wake you up. You're awake now." Steve shrugged as he pushed harder on the gas pedal.

"Only you, Rambo, would think the adrenaline rush that comes with fearing for your life is a good way to wake up. Personally, I would have just preferred another cup of coffee." Danny complained. Steve just rolled his eyes and sped the Camaro closer to their suspect.

Danny had jinxed them as soon as they had gotten in the car by making a comment about this being a simple pick a suspect so they could let him stew overnight in a jail cell before interrogating him in the morning. They would have plenty of time to get Makayla and stop at the store to pick up something for dinner before the Devils-Rangers game on that night. That was an hour ago and they were currently half way across the island in a chase that didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. Steve was about to ask Danny if this was how they defined a simple pick up in Jersey when his phone interrupted him.

"McGarrett." He answered, ignoring Danny's protests to watch the road.

"Mr. McGarrett? This is Lani with the daycare?" The female voice on the other line announced, slightly frightened by Steve's harsh tone.

"Is something wrong with Makayla?" He asked, tone changing from angry to worried. Danny's head whipped around towards him at the mention of their daughter.

"No, Makayla's fine." She assured. "It's just that…well it's 5:15pm. Now we don't close until 6pm but…all the other children have already been picked up by their parents. We have no problem keeping her here but she has to be picked up by 6pm." Lani explained. Steve looked at the clock and groaned. There was no way they were going to make it there in time.

"Uh, would it be alright if we sent someone to pick Makayla up? We're kind of tied up at work right now." He said.

"That's not a problem. Just let us know who you'll be sending so we can make sure it's the right person."

"Her name is Rachel Edwards." Steve stated, not missing the death glare that Danny was sending him.

"Alright Mr. McGarrett, we'll be expecting her."

"Thank you Lani." Steve said before disconnecting.

"Steven, why did you tell the daycare that Rachel would pick Makayla up?" Danny asked forcing himself to be calm.

"Would you rather I have picked Kamekona?" Steve replied. "We're never going to make it there in time even if we stop chasing this idiot right now, with rush hour traffic there is no way we make it to the daycare by 6pm so I told them that Rachel would go get her figuring she could watch her until we can go get her." He explained. "Besides, Rachel owes you for all the times she's asked you to pick Grace up with no warning or notice. Now make the call while I try to stop this jerk."

It was almost 8:30pm by the time Steve and Danny were able to pick Makayla up from Rachel's who had been surprisingly understanding. Grace had been thrilled to get to spend some extra time with her baby sister and Rachel seemed to enjoy taking care of a baby again.

"I fed her the bottle that was in the bag and she went down like a little angel." Rachel cooed as she looked down at Makayla in her car seat.

"Yeah, so now she can be a little devil the rest of the night." Danny muttered under his breath. "Thank you Rachel, we owe you one."

"It's not a problem, Danny. We enjoyed having her around….but you know if you had a nanny you wouldn't have to worry about your job interfering with the daycare schedule or vice versa." Rachel pointed out.

"What are you trying to say?" Danny asked, slightly defensive.

"Nothing." Rachel said, hands out in front of her. "It's just a suggestion. Good night, Daniel…Steve. Good night Makayla."

"Goodnight Rachel." Steve replied as Danny took off with Makayla towards the car. "She has a point, ya know." Steve stated as he pulled out of the driveway.

"About what?"

"Hiring a nanny."

"Steven-"

"No Danny hear me out." Steve said, stopping Danny before his ranting could start. "A nanny would be far more practical for us. We don't work a traditional 9-5 job. There are going to be times when we have to work odd hours and we can't always rely on our friends to help us out. A nanny could work whatever hours we need to them too…plus it would make me feel a little better to have Makayla at the house where she's a little more protected." Steve explained with a shrug."You have to admit it's completely practical."

"What about social interaction? Children her age need to be around other children to learn social interaction not to mention build up their immune systems." Danny countered weakly.

"What are you a child psychologist now? Danny I'm not saying we need to put her in a plastic bubble. I'm saying that hiring a nanny makes more sense for our situation than daycare. And it's not like she'll be sheltered away from people. I'm sure the nanny would take her out to places like the park where she can interact with other children and she'll eventually go to school where she'll be around other children." Steve argued back. Danny crossed his arms over his chest.

"Alright fine, you win. You have made a perfectly rational and reasonable argument that I cannot argue with. We'll get a nanny." Danny conceded.

"We can set up interviews this weekend." Steve smiled brightly. Danny shook his head.

"Why do I have images of Mary Poppins riding in on her umbrella?" He wondered aloud.

"That was a cartoon." Steve replied.

"On this island, you can never be too sure."