Perfect

Summary: Sam and Danny go from a couple to a family. A Danny Sam Vignette.

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

The sound of thunder echoed again through the room that, only hours before, had been filled with painful screams. The little puffy pink eyes seemed to close tighter if that was possible. The purple tint that came with ever newborn clung to the tiny person. But to Sam Fenton, she had never seen anything more beautiful.

She cradled the tiny neck carefully, almost not daring to breathe. Despite how tired she was, her smile was the brightest it had probably ever been. She pressed her index finger against the tiny palm and little fingers curled instinctively around it. Sam smiled down at the tiny newborn. The baby made a little sob like gasp. "It's alright," Sam cooed at the infant. "Everything couldn't be better."

The baby squinted still puffy eyes at her. They were the baby blue that infants were known for but Sam had a feeling that they would always be that color. And the little sheen of hair was almost the same shade as Danny's. Sam smiled, tears clinging to the edge of her eyes. "Well there's no doubt about who your daddy is. And your going to be his little angel. You'll have to help me keep him out of trouble. It's pretty hard, but we can do it, right?"

The little baby's breathing seemed to even out as it drifted to sleep. "Your daddy is a great guy," Sam continued soothingly. "He's kind of…awkward sometimes. Like you and I had to take a cab here because your daddy dropped the keys to the car down the drain in the gutter. So he's having to call your grandma and see if she can loan him the car."

It felt somehow strange to call Danny's mom 'Grandma'. Which puzzled Sam because she'd been a grandparent for three years now. Something she and Jack were just absolutely ecstatic about. Who wouldn't be? David and Lily were adorable and the greatest niece and nephew any one could ask for.

"You're going to have one strange family," she shifted her grip, always conscious of the weak little neck. "Yeah, I know. I married him. It's my fault." She stared down at the little face. She felt rather than saw Danny slip into the room and come up next to her.

"How're my two favorite girls?" Sam grinned over at him, and watched his eyes light up as he looked at the little sleeping child.

"Perfect," she breathed, slipping the little infant into Danny's arms. "Absolutely perfect."