The Unexpected Surprises in Life Chapter 2: What to Expect When You're Expecting, a hawaii five-0 fanfic

ShakespeareIsMyMuse

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I, ShakespeareIsMyMuse, do however claim ownership of any unrecognizable characters and the formation of plot(s) that follows. Any invention or similarity of any character or plot line that is seen here after represented really or fictitiously, alive or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.

*Exhales* I hope that about covers everything. *Cracks Neck* Now, on with the story.

Enjoy.

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Summary: The dictionary definition of the word surprise is "a brief mental and physiological state; a startle response experienced as the result of an unexpected event". Although some might define a surprise as something that you didn't even know you wanted, until you finally got it.

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Chapter II: What to Expect When You're Expecting

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…and this was now.

After six months of dating, a six month engagement and almost eighteen months of marriage, former US Navy SEAL and Intelligence Officer Steven J. McGarrett had decided that, even though it had all been one, long, drug induced dream, 'alternate Danno' had truly been onto something. Life as a 'found the one, completely head over heels in love' married man, for the most part, was pretty great.

The only thing missing –other than this reality Danno taking his own advice and giving marriage another go; which proved true by the pretty, shimmering rock that currently sat on Amber's left ring finger—was that baby made three. And that problem was about to be solved in just a short five months.

"Oh, hey Steve," Danny called as his partner walked back into Five-0's HQ after fielding his monthly meeting with the Governor. "Ana dropped by earlier," he said as he handed the manila envelope over to his partner, "she wanted to stay, but it was cutting kind of close to Erin's surprise shower."

"Is a surprise baby shower really a good idea for a pregnant woman in her eight month?" Steve wondered.

Danny shrugged and made an 'I don't know' sound in the back of his throat. "But, trust me, by the way she was talking, Bree and Trish way pissed that Erin's even having this baby. And Kim's dying to have one of her own; which is apparently making you and Ana's impending parenthood veryfrustrating for her."

"Oh, that reminds me," Kono said suddenly grabbing for her tablet.

"You know, I love the long talks the two of you share," Steve said walking into the bull pen.

"Your wife is a very interesting person; you should try listening to her some time," Danny told him.

"You know she tells me the same thing about you?"

"What?"

"'Your husband's a very interesting and entertaining individual, honey, you should try listening to Danny more often'," Steve mimicked his wife.

"At least she and Amber are comfortable with the 'married' jokes. And Ana is also an intelligent person, and right, you should try listening to me."

"I do, all the time; the both of you. I swear when I was in Naval Intelligence I didn't get nearly as much Intel as I get from the two of you."

Attempting to stem what had the potential to become the day's new 'marital' spat, Lou immediately changed the subject. "What were you suddenly reminded of Kono?"

"I have to check on the gift I ordered for Ana's baby shower; it's in two weeks. Here's to hoping it doesn't turn into a bitch fight with all of her "friends" in attendance."

Danny chuckled, "You may want to hold off on that for just a little bit longer."

Chin and Lou exchanged a look before asking, "Why?"

Even Steve had a question mark pulled across his face.

Danny smiled, "It's a surprise," and pointed at the envelope.

Furrowing his brow, the former SEAL said, "Okay," slowly as he shook the contents of the envelope out over the smart table. It was a collection of ultrasound stills and a DVD in a plastic case.

Steve smiled, "Aw, it's the baby," and then quickly looked to Danny for confirmation, "right?"

Danny nodded, but the sly smile never once left his face.

Curiosity winning out, Lou leaned over and pulled one of the pictures towards him. He stared at the ultrasound for all of five seconds before his eyes widened and he looked up at Danny. His grin grew—if possible— wider, which caused Chin to glance over Lou's shoulder before looking up at him for validation, which he nodded and both men shared a grin before pushing the photo over to Kono.

Kono's eyes also went wide and she covered the smile that had spread out over her lips as she quickly started tapping away at her tablet.

Well aware that the others were seeing something he wasn't, Steve continued to stare down at the photograph in an attempt to make heads or tails with it. He knew it was a picture of the inside of his wife's uterus and their unborn child housed inside; but due to his conflicting work schedule he had missed a couple of Ana's doctor's appointments so he still wasn't quite sure what was what in the photographs.

When he asked about previous visits she would always tell him that the doctor had given both her and the baby a clean bill of health. The baby was progressing normally and everything was right on track, though it had been still too early to know the baby's gender. So, in the end all he saw were tones of blacks and greys and funny looking shapes over lapping each other.

"Everything alright, Steve?"

"Perfect," he answered.

Watching his partner's brow crease deeper, Danny finally understood that Steve didn't understand what he was looking at.

"Everything looks alright, Steven?" the detective tried again.

"Uh, yeah, everything looks great," he lied casually.

"You know, I expected a much different reaction to such a surprise," Danny teased.

Steve looked Danny right in the eye and attempted to do what he knew how to do best, hold control over a situation. "It's a wonderful surprise, Danno. I'm going to have a daughter," he smiled and the detective smiled right back. "That is the surprise, right? I'm going to have my own beautiful little girl and then you're just going to bust my balls like crazy because you think I am going to go zanier than you in trying to protect her the same way you do Gracie? Or you with Savannah*?" He looked at Lou before finally looking back at his partner. "That after all these years, I am finally going to understand what you two are talking about?"

Danny's grin never broke; instead he just blinked slowly and waited.

Finally Steve sighed—heavily, "Alright, I admit it, I have no idea what the hell I'm looking at. Just tell me… the baby is okay, right? I mean she's not going to be born with three arms and five heads, is she?"

Danny shook his head, still smiling, "No. One head, two arms, two legs, ten fingers and ten toes; eyes, mouth and nose all where they're supposed to be, I promise."

"Okay, that's…that's perfect." Steve smiled and breathed a sigh of relief… and then, "…but that's not it, is it?"

"Nope," four voices echoed in harmony.

"Okay," Steve looked back down at the picture. "Uh…it's a…boy, then?" His smile never left.

This time Chin, Lou and Kono busted out laughing, while Danny's grin seemed to become permanent.

Throwing his hands up, "Well, it has to be one or the other," Steve snapped out.

At last Danny took some sort of pity on his friend, "Aw, Steve, you are a marshmallow filled with testosterone, my friend," he told him, and patted Steve's back before disappearing into his office.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"You were right, Steve, it's a girl…" Lou assured him; though he, too, also had a heavy smirk of his own.

But it was ignored and just like that, Steve found himself in love with a picture as he brought it back up to view. His eyes grew wide like two blue moons in the sky and a lovesick look encased his features. His only thought was that his unborn baby girlwas so beautiful.

"…at least the one on the left is," Danny said as he reappeared into view.

Steve felt his breath catch in his throat as he slowly lifted his head. "Th...the one on the left?"

Chin and Kono had wide grins, while Lou sported a big toothy one and nodded slowly.

Suddenly, Steve found himself clutching the Smart Table for support as he felt his knees sink beneath him.

"Now that's the reaction I was expecting," Danny said, his voice light and filled with amusement, as he hauled his partner's six – one frame up and slid his rolling chair beneath him.

"The one …on the left?" Steve repeated.

"Yep; congratulations daddy you're going to have one for each of those long gorilla-like arms of yours," Danny told him—grin wide.

"The left? …So that would mean a girl and…a boy? As in two…at once?" Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve," Danny said slowly. "You and Ana are going to have two babies— a daughter and a son, at the same time. A birthing event more commonly referred to as having fraternal twins."

"Oh." Clearly Steve was still in shock. "Twins…fraternal…" he murmured.

"Aren't you the first one to say, always expect the unexpected?" Danny wondered.

"Well, yeah," Steve agreed, "but I just…I mean I know it's possible, but I swear I didn't see this coming."

"Sure you did," the detective nodded, slapping his partner on the back. "I mean there had to have been a great cumming; otherwise these babies wouldn't even be here."

Danny smiled wide at his own dirty joke despite the fact that Kono just shook her head and scoffed. Steve stared at the blonde for a second before he rolled his eyes and chuckled— albeit, slightly embarrassed. Lou laughed out loud, whereas even Chin managed to let a smirk slip through.

"So, daddy, what do you think?" Chin wondered.

Steve gaze grew far, "A beautiful wife and two healthy kids? It sounds like a family…a perfect little family," and the moony eyed look returned as he smiled.

The remaining members of Five-0 exchanged looks, each knowing what the other was thinking; what Steve was thinking. After all this time he was finally going to get to have the family life he had longed for for the last twenty five years complete with a son, a daughter, a dad and a mom.

"Hm, all that's missing now is the white picket fence and the dog to sleep in front of the fire place," Lou teased.

Steve held up his hand, "One thing at a time here."

Kono clicked her tongue, "Uh, I don't know boss man; with the way things are going for you, you might have to build the fence and get the dog at the same time just to keep up."

"I'll help," Chin offered.

"Me, too, partner," Danny said.

"Count me in, I'll even paint," Lou smiled and glanced over at Kono.

She look up from her tablet, "Sure, I'm in, too. …I'll supervise."

Four heads swiveled to look at her.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Ana's busy; she is getting ready to give birth to twins. I'm sure she'll appreciate a helping hand in keeping you boys in line." She then flicked her finger over her tablet's screen and the imaged popped up on the Smart Table's monitors. It was a pet adoption website. "Labs are great with kids and they love to swim. It's the perfect combination for former Navy SEAL meets Weekend Warrior Dad. The only thing is, they shed…kind of …a lot; but seeing as you're a total neat freak, boss, that shouldn't be a problem."

Knowing she was joking—because it would be absolutely insane to take on a dog, when attempting to take on a new baby, never mind a set of twins—the five of them laughed, hard. Plus, it wasn't a secret that unlike his East Coast partner, the former SEAL ironically enough preferred cats to dogs.

In fact, Danny had once made a rather bad joke, or perhaps it had become categorized as more of a bad comment. Something about a seal being an over grown fish for a cat –who nine times out of ten, hates the water— to hunt versus a large selection of the canine species that actually enjoyed swimming.

"We've got to celebrate," Lou said.

"Alright, Chin, grab the lab rat, mad scientist Keanu Reeves, the lovely Missus Doctor Weird and Conspiracy Boy, Kono wrangle Mr. Fortune 500, Lou see if you can get a bead on your beautiful wife and we'll all meet up at the Big Guy's truck. I'm sure he's dying to push some sort of new shrimp platter on us." Danny said in reference to Fong, Max, Jerry, Adam, Mindy, Renée and Kamekona. "We can swing over to HPD and see if Duke wants to join and pick up Amber and quite possibly Ana –if that surprise shower hasn't scared Erin into an early labor by now— on the way; here you drive." He tossed the keys to Steve.

Quirking an eyebrow, "You're going to completely steal our kids when Ana and I aren't looking, aren't you?" Steve accused.

"Not steal, Steven, share, just like I've done with Grace all of these years," the blonde clarified.

"You and Amber are taking that long walk soon—neither of you for the first time, but you also already have something that she doesn't; anything else you'd consider doing a second time, Danny?" Lou wondered.

"That aisle walk isn't coming as soon as you all might think...we're, uh, postponing the wedding," Danny said, sweeping the pictures back into the envelope.

"Uh oh, what happened?" Chin asked.

"Nothing that should be causing any of you to worry."

"Danno?" Steve nagged.

"Amber is ten years younger than me and it's perfectly natural, at her stage in life, for a woman to want children…" Danny told the group.

"And what about you?" Kono wondered. "You don't want any more children?"

"I never said that," Danny clarified.

"So what's the problem?" Lou prodded.

"I neversaid there was one."

"So why are you postponing the wedding?" Steve demanded.

"Because this is what Amber swears is going to be her final wedding and since her first one wasn't all that great…my fiancée has this strong notion that a bride should actually fit into her dream dress …and, well… I'd imagine that it's really hard to squeeze into a size four when your belly is out to here," he held his hands away from his stomach, "…so," Danny informed them nonchalantly.

The group stared in stunned—but elated— silence for a few seconds, before congratulatory remarks broke out all around.

Steve laughed. "Gracie's almost sixteen, buddy, are you sure you're ready to do this again?"

Danny's smile returned. "We're eight weeks in; she just told me last night."

Steve pulled Danny into a bear hug; which was greatly reciprocated.

"Besides, I was going to have to do it again with your kids anyway. You and Ana both practically grew up orphans, so, somebody's going to have to explain things to you and make sure that your kids don't turn out all screwed up; which reminds me, I need to do my weekly check-in on Mary and Joan." Danny made a digital note on his iPhone.

Steve smiled, he had always appreciated the fact that Danny would not only regularly check in on his sister and his niece, but be available at all hours of the day and night should she have any major parenting crisis'. Which, in the beginning were pretty frequent due to Mary's extreme nervousness, especially when Joan had started teething and was crying non-stop.

"Well, it will be nice to have somebody to blame if they end up on America's Most Wanted," Steve joked as the two of them walked towards the exit.

"Nearly a decade and you're still not funny," Danny told him. "…You know the kids; they're not going to be that far apart in age. Also, it's not that uncommon for twins to not get carried to full term."

Steve stopped in his tracks and his face paled a bit at the news of his children arriving sooner than expected. "So what you telling me is that in the last ten minutes I went from being an expectant father, to having twins to...the four of us are basically having triplets?"

The detective laughed and nodded. "Well, Steve lots of fun things happen in ten minutes."

The taller man flushed a bit, "Heh, yeah … I'm having twins or at least my wife is."

"And, don't you remember the first day we met? I recall a fun ten minutes in there somewhere."

"Huh, I seem to recall you bitching and telling me how much you hated me."

"No, you see I was referring to the ten minutes when the bullets finally stopped flying and I clocked you. That's was a load of fun; very satisfying."

"Yeah, it was. That was also the same ten minutes where I learned that you had a hell of a right hook," Steve laughed while absentmindedly rubbing his jaw, "…and I have the medical documentation of the cracked crown and the hairline fracture on my nose bridge to prove it."

Danny stopped in his tracks, "Seriously?"

"Yeah…what? Do you want to see my orbital dental x-rays? I went in with irritating tooth pain and came out knowing that I had the perfect excuse for getting rhinoplasty if I really wanted to."

Danny laughed at that. "Oh and Steven when Amber gets in the car you will take extreme caution when driving. When it's you and me, that's a different story; I both know and I've accepted the fact that you have and will continue to make all sorts of attempts on my life until the day you finally succeed in killing me," Danny stated casually and Steve rolled his eyes. "But just as with Grace and Savannah and Kody*, and like I pray you do with Ana, and what you are going to have to learn how to do with your own children— my fiancée and my unborn child are precious cargo, so you will drive appropriately."

"Maybe you better drive, Danno," Steve said handing his partner back the car keys.

"Come on, Babe, I trust you," Danny told him, waving the keys away.

"No, I haven't seen you drive in a while," Steve insisted; taking Danny's hand wrapping them around the car keys.

"I thought I couldn't drive my own car because you get car sick?"

"I do," Steve lied…badly; considering the fact that he had let Danny drive on a couple of occasions since that admittance.

Danny studied his partner's face. "You're scared."

Steve's face soured. "I am not scared."

Danny folded his arms over his chest. The staring contest when on between the two men for another thirty seconds before Steve finally gave in, "…I am rationally concerned."

Danny blinked once and then chuckled.

"Besides, if you're going to help me raise my kids, then you better start teaching me now," Steve told him as he pulled open the large glass door and held it. "Because you drive like a little old lady and boy is that going to take some serious observation and practice on my part."

Danny glowered at the comment. "Oh, I should have shot your ass in that garage all those ago," he snarled.

"Heh! Ha! …Yeah, because that would have ended well," the former SEAL chuffed.

"I told you I would have called an ambulance first."

"You were really going to embarrass yourself –after transferring from NPD to HPD only six months prior— by calling in an ambulance for yourself ahead of getting shot? Way to represent The Garden State, brother."

"That bus* was going to be for you, Babe," Danny insisted, which caused Steve to laugh pompously, "Uh, yeah, Danno, I don't think so."

"That's the problem, you don't think!" he shot back.

"Of course not, I plan, I strategize; it works way better than just thinking and winging it."

"Oh, yes, who could ever forget the infamous Steve McGarrett playbook of 'Plan, Strategize and If All Else Goes to Hell Then Wing It and Pray God Loves You Enough to Ensure You See the Other Side'. In fact, I believe that's chapter one," the blonde said sarcastically.

Steve rolled his eyes once more—this time only slightly annoyed. "If I recall correctly, later that day it was you who was sitting in the back of a bus with an EMT stitching up your arm."

"And if I recall correctly the only reason my arm needed to be stitched was because you wanted to go confront a shooter without any backup."

"What the hell did think you were there for? In fact, I specifically told you, you were the back up!" Steve yelled.

"I got shot in the arm, blasted out backwards through a window, landed on the windshield of a rusted out piece of junk and you took off running after a nut job with a fully loaded automatic inside a trailer park that was loaded to the hilt with makeshift meth labs."

"You told me to."

"Yeah, only because I figured that since you were in the Military that you weren't stupid! Apparently, the pavement pounding, skyscraper loving, city boy was wrong!" Danny yelled back.

Steve was flabbergasted and couldn't find his tongue for half a second. "I'm sorry…" he started to say.

"Oh, wow, that's the first almost unprompted apology I've gotten out of you in the last decade," Danny interjected.

Steve narrowed his eyes, ignoring his partner's speech, "…did you just call me stupid?"

"Yeah, because you were stupid, okay? Maybe not the chasing part—I'll be nice and let you have that one, but pulling away your piece at his request, that was a stupid move."

Steve huffed angrily; he really didn't have much of an argument for that except, "I did not pull my gun away, he had a hostage Danny; I simply surrendered my hands. I was attempting to both gauge and control the situation."

But as per usual Danny kept right on talking…"Actually the only reason you're standing here today and weren't carried off in a body bag is because of me."

…and Steve got all the ammunition he needed. "Yes, how did I ever forget how much harder you made everything by shooting our only lead in the head?"

Danny almost choked on his own air. "You're…you're kidding me, right? You are making some sort of a joke? …To this day you're not wearing a toe tag because of that incident and you still can't admit that I saved your life?"

"I had it under control, Danny."

"You had it under…not from where I was standing!"

"Well, it's not my fault you weren't tall enough to see over the damn truck."

Danny hid the hurt beneath the anger in his eyes; and Steve, well, they shone with guilt and regret for even daring to go there. "I'm…I'm sorry, brother, that was a real cheap shot."

The look in his eyes softened and the hurt and the anger faded away. "Hey, it's cool," Danny answered his voice completely calm and forgiving.

"No, no your height has absolutely nothing to do with anything…"

"Steven," Danny said assertively, "you have just found that you're having twins and you are…'rationally concerned' about their impending arrival. Every parent gets pre-baby jitters, especially dads; because we aren't able to bond with the baby the same way moms can—at least the moms who don't choose surrogacy or adoption. They live the day to day life of the baby while they're growing—it's more real for them. Most dads can only really bond with the baby after they're born; it's not the same thing."

Steve smiled; he felt a lot better, at least until Danny said...

"You're also a control freak."

…then his face soured once more.

It was then Danny started laughing…hard.

Annoyed, Steve wondered, "What now?"

"Oh, nothing," Danny insisted.

"Spit it out or since the walls have both eyes and ears we'll be back in 'marriage counseling' for 'failure to communicate'," the annoyed brunette reminded; remnants of one too many "non-negative, non-abusive, verbal or otherwise, positive light only comment" sessions flashing through his mind on auto play.

The blonde pondered this request for two reasons. One he was happy his partner was communicating more these days by using his words instead of regulatory grunts and huffs of air. Two, they had actually come to agree over the course of the last three years that couples counseling was becoming very annoying; often pitting the two of them to defend themselves and each other against the good doctor—which, now that Danny really thought about it, may have very well been the entire point.

"Well, it's just that you've always said that I share every single emotion and that I often talk so much that you swear you tune me out because you also swear that I'm so damn confusing…which is, by the way not true."

"Uh huh," Steve ground out impatiently.

"Well," Danny smiled—broadly, "I may be confusing, but at least I am understandable."

Steve blinked—as usual this was part of the twenty percent of the time that he really didn't understand what Danny was saying at all. So he took a deep breath and did what he did best, still pretended like he was in full control of the situation. After all, appearance and attitude were most of winning the battle, the game, the strategy or the war…

"Two questions."

"Shoot…wait, no…just use your words," Danny whispered.

Steve rolled his eyes—though it was all mock jest. "Do you have a point? And are you going to make it soon?"

Unfortunately, Steve still refused to concede that he would sometimes lose when sparring off with Danny; neither ever acknowledging that they knew each other just as well, if not better, than they knew themselves.

The detective smiled smugly; knowing full well that he had not only won the point, but the match. "My point is I just can't wait to see how "Mr. Control Freak" handles the constant emotional cycles of two screaming newborns that won't have the ability to communicate by speech for nearly the first year of their lives…a bit longer for entirely recognizable sentences of speech. I'm going to let that sink in for a minute."

However, perhaps the ref had just called a flag on the play, because now Steve had a smug smile of his own. "Oh, tell me about it; but that's going to be easy, Danno."

Danny quirked an eyebrow in interest, "Oh?"

"Yeah, I have you, don't I?"

Danny made a face—one of mock annoyance—as he turned his head and looked away for a second; seemingly deep in thought. He then let out a short breathy chuckle, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, and looking back at his smiling partner. "Mm'Yeah… lucky, lucky me, huh?"

The taller man's grin grew wider as he pumped his eyebrows and nodded.

"I can still drive my own car, right?"

"Sure, I'm in a good mood." The sailor gave a one armed shrug. "I'm also in training for how to be an excellent parent driver," he teased.

Though he had a smile etched into his face, Danny still rolled his eyes as he made his way towards the large glass panel doors. He went to reach for the handle but Steve pulled the door open first and held it, waiting for Danny to go through.

"Such a gentleman," the blonde teased. "Here," he said pulling a small tin from his pocket and tossing it over his shoulder.

"What's this?" Steve asked; catching the tin with ease. "Ginger root wafers? …Aids in the stoppage of motion sickness."

"Yeah, they're for your stomach; to settle it. You know, to curb the "carsickness" you come down with when you're not driving?" Danny smiled wryly.

The brunette's facial muscles were caught between throwing his partner a dirty look and trying so hard not to smirk. "Aww, it's so sweet of you to always be thinking of me."

"Yeah, well, you know, I got you, Babe*," Danny told him as he reached up and tapped the man's cheek.

Both men started laughing as they continued walking towards the second floor steps of The Palace.

Lou stood—cell phone in hand— staring after the pair. "Sometimes I wonder if they hear the words coming out of their mouths."

"Oh, come on Lou, you know what they say. You only hurt the ones you love and you love-hate them all the time, too," Kono joked as she waited for Adam to answer his face chat.

While Chin braced himself against the smart table –having opened up live feeds to both the morgue and the lab—laughing—even harder, when Fong asked, "What's going on up there? Are Five-0's favorite sweethearts having another lovers quarrel?"

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So what are you to expect when you're expecting? Well that's easy; you should always expect the unexpected, because that's exactly what you might get.

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Muse's Notes:

With the exception of this story, my writer's block is not over : (

My next "Rules" story is still unfinished…Jlopie must really hate me by now.

Asterisk Index:

*Savannah: I am fully aware that Grover's daughter's name is Samantha…now. When she was first mentioned I could have sworn that I heard Savannah instead of Samantha. It wasn't until my mother pointed it out that I realized that I was mistaken. Apparently, I need to have my hearing re-evaluated.

Anyhow, not only have I gotten used to calling her Savannah, but I am writing a different fanfiction in which she is an included character and another character with the name of Samantha. So I'm just going to leave it for three reasons: A) because I like the name Savannah, B) it's a fanfiction story, everyone changes everything to suit their twisted needs/desires all the time and C) I just wanted you guys to be clear on who we were speaking about so you're not confused and know that I know the mistake was entirely on me.

*Kody: I believe it was "Ho'oma'ike"(S5, E6), where Lou tells Chin that he spent $50 on his son's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Halloween costume. Honestly, I cannot remember for certain, but I could have sworn that he called his son Kody or, perhaps it was Cody; though I also misheard his daughter's name, as I explained above. So, I'm just going to go with Kody, with the "K", because I think it's a nice sounding name, I also think that the letter "K" is a pretty cool letter, and I have already written it into a couple of other unfinished stories. But, as usual, I will always leave a notation on any and all changes that are made which deviate from the original plot lines.

*Bus: One of many slang terms used by law enforcement and medical personnel to reference an ambulance.

*'I got you, Babe': Of course a reference to one of Sonny & Cher's most famous duets. Which, here's a surprise, Cher didn't even want to record in the first place because she thought it wasn't going to be well received by the public. She did admit to being wrong, as it turned out to be very popular.

And if you don't know who Sonny & Cher were, and if you don't know who Cher is, all I have to say is…"Wow, really? You better get to looking that up"and in the words of Ichabod Crane (Sleepy Hallow, 2013), "Abigail, we must internet!"

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-It is with a light and open heart, along with a great deal of anticipation that you, my reader, enjoy my work, just as with all my writing, it really means a great deal to me.

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Love, Hugs, and Kisses,

Muse.