Godfather Duties
Danny, Martin or Jack. Who will win the title and just what does Samantha need for him to do?
Spoilers: None. Set just before the season 6 finale.
Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing but the plot—and I guess, Evan. Does "Baby Boy Spade" actually have a name yet on the show????
Chapter 1
Samantha sat between Danny and Martin on a bench in the Federal Quad enjoying a bit of lunch and quiet before returning to the bustle that was their department lately. It wouldn't be too much longer before she gave birth and these quiet moments would become things of the past. And with the question of Godfather still hanging out there, bribery was a wonderful way not to pay for her own lunch.
"Come on, Sam! You've got to pick one of us!" Danny cajoled.
"Why?" Sam rubbed a hand over her belly and winked at Martin. "Why could you possibly want to know who I want to be my son's godfather?"
Danny rolled his eyes, "Well, I doubt you'll pick Jack. I mean, the whole office heard you shouting at him yesterday!"
"So, that just leaves Danny and me," Martin interjected, "So, Sam, inquiring minds want to know! Who are you going to ask to help keep the little squirt in line?"
"'Little squirt?' You're calling my child 'squirt' and expect me to name one of you his godfather?" Sam teased. She had already made up her mind ages ago—well, really about two and a half seconds after she found out she was having a boy. She sighed heartily, "Alright, here's the deal. My 'little squirt' here, as you so put it," she nodded to Martin, "is going to need all the help he can get. I mean, what do I know about standing up to pee and all?"
"So?" Danny just wanted her to get to the part where he could start gloating over Martin.
"So, I've decided why pick just one, when I—well, he—could have two?" Sam looked at her two best friends and smiled, "I want you both to be his godfather. I really mean it when I said he's going to need some help."
"Aw, Sam! Really? I have to share?" Danny whined and kicked at a napkin blowing in the light breeze.
Sam laid a hand on his arm, "Yes, Daniel, you have to share. I know that it's tough for you, being the youngest and all. But it's time to act like a grown-up and share your toys!"
"Wow! The kid's not even here and all ready you sound like a mom!" Martin grinned at her.
"You think?" Sam blushed.
Danny nodded, "Sounded pretty convincing to me! Ok, I'll share god-duties with Fitzy if I have to!"
"That's great that you want to share, but what if I don't?" Martin asked, timing his wink so that only Sam could see.
Danny rubbed his chin, "Well, doesn't look like we've got much choice in the matter. Unless…"
"Unless what?" Martin asked warily.
Grinning widely, Danny offered a solution, "Unless you want to decline the offer and let me have all the glory."
Samantha just listened to the banter between them knowing that neither would relinquish the title and her small son would have the best of all possible worlds—Danny would teach him all about fun and enjoying life to its fullest, while Martin would show him how to be responsible and treat women with respect. Sometimes, in the darkest hours of the night, she wondered where she and Martin would be if she hadn't gotten pregnant by someone else. She sighed quietly and smiled, listening to Martin's answer.
"Absolutely not! Samantha chose us both for a reason and I will not shirk my duties," Martin jutted his chin, "Besides, with only you for a godfather, the kid's doomed!"
Sam put her hand on Danny's arm, "Just agree to share. Lunch time's over and this is a silly argument."
"OK, Sam. You win," Danny gathered up their trash and tossed it.
Martin helped Sam up off the bench and they all headed back to work.