Sam put the kettle on as she waited for Danny to wake up. Rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat, she finally decided to toast some cinnamon raisin bagels as she got out the non-dairy cream cheese. As the steam caused the kettle to whistle, she grabbed a mug Danny had bought her one night years ago when they went to go see a touring production of "Les Miserables." The mug was dark blue, with the title of the show on one side, a famous image of young Cosette, a little girl dressed in rags, on the other. Dressed in her pajamas and a bathrobe, she grabbed her tea and decided to have her breakfast out on the patio. She loved waking up at this time, the pale blue light gentle to her eyes, the cold December air causing the steam to rise off her beverage.

"Good morning. Mrs. Fenton. Here's your paper."

"Thanks, Tommy." Sam said to the young paperboy as he walked up the driveway. "I'll be right back." Getting up, she walked into the kitchen, returning with some money. "Here's your tip."

"Gee, thanks. Merry Christmas." Said the boy as he accepted the five dollars and walked off, crunching through the snow.

"You, too." As she sat, she allowed herself to be swallowed up in the folds of Danny's exceptionally thick bathrobe. Ordinarily she would have worn hers, but she had always loved his earthy aroma of freshly cut grass after a summer shower, made all the more noticeable thanks to the hormones coursing through her body.

Sam pulled the robe tighter, the air around her growing even colder as she read the Arts section. She grinned as a voice behind her whispered "Good morning."

"Hi Danny."

"You stole my bathrobe, you little thief." He said, playfully, as he turned visible..

"Well, why don't you take me in? We can play 'Good Cop/Bad Cop' and we can leave the good cop out here."

"Naughty girl." He said as he kissed her roughly on the cheek. Walking back inside, he called behind him "I'm going to boil some Tea. Want anything?"

"No, thanks."

A few minutes later, Danny came out in a fleece pullover and a pair of sweatpants. He sat down beside Sam, placing a bowl of honey-covered oatmeal and some rich, Columbian coffee before him on the table.

Between Sam's Lamaze class and errands, the two of them had a pretty full day. After a few hours of running around, they decided to stop at a little mom-and-pop Greek pizzeria.

"Here's your check, sir." Said Arian, their waitress.

"Thank you." Danny replied, glancing at the twenty-something who was a little mite of a thing. "Ok, Sam, let's play a little game called 'What Did Danny do Now?'" He asked later in the car, responding to the cold shoulder that she was giving him.

"I'll take 'Gazing at the Waitress' for 200, Alex."

"'Gazing?' Sam, I wasn't gazing at her, I barely even looked at her."

"How come you never look at me the same way you used to?"

"Sam, you're as beautiful as the day we went on our first date."

"Am I? Or am I just your fat, ugly, pregnant cow of a wife?"

"Sam, you're not fat, ugly, or a cow, and your pregnancy only makes you more beautiful."

Sam's mood changed instantly. "Aw, that's so sweet."

It was at that instant that Danny had a Tucker moment. "Rest assured that I only looked at her the same way I would anyone else." Open mouth, insert foot.

"GET OUT!" She screamed as she dropped him off in front of FentonWorks. Danny returned home that night, a carton of Hershey's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, Sam's favorite, in his hands.

"Sam, I just want to say that I'm sorry." He said as he presented her with a sundae laden with those dark licorice sprinkles, and the black frosting she liked, with those little gummy bats on top.

"No, Danny, I'm sorry for kicking you out. I was just having a pretty bad mood swing. I HATE PREGNANCY HORMONES!" She yelled, scaring Danny a little, her anger giving way to sobs.

"I forgive you, just please don't hurt me." He replied. "Sam, I just want you to know that no one can take you away from me. Not that waitress, not Paulina, no one."

Danny put in one of Sam's favorite movies, "The Elephant Man", which was halfway over when Sam fell asleep. He let her head fall on his shoulder as he breathed in her scent of lilac and ginger, his hand feeling her waist move up and down as she breathed. As soon as the movie was over, he went picked her up bridal style, went intangible, and flew her into the bedroom, gently placed her in bed, and tucked her in, seeing as how she'd changed into her pajamas by the time he returned.

"Good night, Swan." He said, calling her by her pet name as he kissed her on the forehead.