a/n: meh
Disclaimer: nope
The waitress clicked her pen impatiently as Danny frowned in concentration at the menu.
Don sighed. "Come on Danny, today." He had already ordered a chicken salad.
Danny dropped the menu. "I can't decide."
"What are you twelve?"
"Fine, pepperoni please," he asked nicely.
"Ten minutes, tops," the waitress stated, grabbing the menues from the table.
"What a charming young lady," Flack said to her retreating back.
Danny snorted. "Don't complain, this place is good."
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Their meals came, thankfully delivered by a different waitress.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked, smiling at Flack.
"We're good, thanks," he muttered, without looking at her.
"You need anything, just let me know," she said.
"Yeah, thanks."
The waitress lingered slightly before leaving.
"You got it bad Flack," Danny said when she was out of earshot.
Don looked up. "What?"
"She was hot, you didn't even look at her."
"Neither did you."
Danny held up his left hand. "I don't need or want to."
"Neither do I."
Danny's eyes widened. "You didn't propose, did you?"
Don laughed. "Na, don't worry. Gettin' hitched isn't really on my agenda at the minute."
"But you're serious," Danny added.
"Yeah, Jess is something else," Don answered, smiling.
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After a few moments Danny broke the silence. "What's eating you?"
Flack paused, taking a drink of his water, considering the answer. "She's pregnant," he said simply.
"Serious?"
Flack nodded.
Danny jumped up to shake his hand. "Congrats man!"
Flack grinned. "Yeah, thanks."
Danny was still on his feet. "You been to the doctor yet?"
"Not yet. Sit down Dan, you're drawing attention."
Danny sat obediently. "When did you find out?"
"Just earlier today," Don answered.
"Well no wonder you're still freaked out."
"I'm not freaked out."
Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Anyway, speaking of offspring, how's the Monster at home?" Flack asked.
Danny grinned. "She's good. Driving her Mom up the wall making noise"
"No words yet?"
"Don she's nine months, she won't be able to walk for probably another two months. Forget about talking!"
Don frowned. "Shows how much I know."
Danny laughed. "You gotta get some magazines or books or somethin'. Start doing your research."
"I think Jess will too, she probably knows about as much as I do. We've got plenty of time, at least."
Danny gave Flack a pitying look. "Honestly Don, time is something you don't have."
