AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE DANNY PHANTOM FRANCHISE!
Me: This is just a short story to my friend Lylah :)
Lylah looked to her left, lying there in the white cotton cover of their sheets next to her was Danny. His hair was disheveled and his eyes closed as he continued to dream. She turned onto her side and continued to look at him before slowly bending forward and kissing the tip of his nose. He wriggled it in his sleep and she gave a soft giggle before rolling over and getting out of bed as quietly as she could so as not to disturb his rare moment of sleep. She slipped on her house shoes and pulled her robe over her nightdress before opening the door next to their closet.
She entered a smaller room with blue and white striped walls and a soft bright carpeted floor. In the upper left hand corner sat a rocking chair with a stool next to a bookcase filled with many books. In the middle of the front wall beneath the window was a cradle with a mobile spinning lazily above it in happy circles; the little clouds and suns dutifully playing the lullaby of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow.' Lylah walked over to the crib and looked inside. Nestled within a tiny blue blanket were not one, but two babies. A little boy named Derek and a small girl named Melody.
Lylah trailed a finger down the cheek of her daughter and smiled before gingerly lifting her out and holding her in gentle arms. She gave the babe a loving kiss on her nose and subconsciously began to rock herself back and forth and hum along with the music of the mobile. A soft groan of wood was heard behind her and it wasn't long until a pair of slender arms encircled her waist and a set of soft lips pressed into the hollow of her neck. "Good morning, Danny," she whispered.
Danny released her and went to the cradle, removing Derek softly and move to stand by his wife. He gave Derek a kiss and then moved closer to Lylah, capturing her lips in his own as they each held a babe in arms. When he pulled away her eyes were doleful and his sparkling. "Good morning, Lylah." Never had three words been so satisfactory to Lylah than the three he spoke to her each morning as the years passed and babe's in arms changed to small hands encased in big and then to distanced smiles exchanged as their lives moved apart and mother and father were left on their own to have their mornings and their arms.