"I'll get that." Danny said as an earsplitting cry came over the baby monitor. He checked the time. 2:30. This was the third time that night their son had woken them up.
"Danny, no-"
"I got it, Sam."
"This kid's gonna be the death of me." Danny muttered.
"Evidently you've never been through labor."
"You go back to sleep, I'll take care of this." Bleary eyed, Danny trudged down the hall into the nursery. Danny loved doing things for his wife and son, even though getting up at 3:10 in the morning to change a diaper was towing the line. "Hey, champ, what's up?" He queried as he picked up Danny, Jr. "You don't smell funny. I bet you're hungry. Yeah, I know you like it when mommy does it, but mommy needs her sleep now."
Danny, Jr. gratefully accepted his warm bottle of Sam's breastmilk. Danny smiled gently as he gazed down at his son in his arms. "My, you were hungry, weren't you?" Danny asked as his son practically chugged the bottle's contents. "All done?" Danny asked, holding Danny, Jr. close to his shoulder as he patted the baby's back, stopping once he heard a small "urp." Moving Danny, Jr. back into the cradle position, Danny sang "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon as he rocked his son to sleep. The young boy only stirred a couple times as Danny ascended the stairs and crossed the threshold into the nursery, kissing his son on the forehead as he lowered Danny, Jr. into his crib.
At about four in the morning, Danny and Sam were jolted out of sound sleeps by a panicked wail. Danny went ghost as he rushed into the nursery. Seeing that there was no intruder, he gently grabbed his baby boy and held him close. "Sh, Danny, it's ok. It was only a bad dream. Daddy's here. It's ok. Dreams can't hurt you. That's a good boy. That's a good boy. Remember, daddy loves you." He said, comforting his son as he swayed back and forth, stroking Danny's back.
Later that day, as Danny was out playing in the park with their son, Sam wrote Jazz a letter expressing her concerns over the new child.
"Dear Jazz,
I'm pregnant again. Before you go congratulating us, I have one thing to say: this is not Danny's child. No, I'm not unfaithful to him, I love him with all my heart and soul. I was raped. It's irrelevant who raped me, except that I'm in my first month now.
"I don't know what to do. If I do go through with this birth, I'm not sure that I'll love this baby as much as I love my son. I can't let the baby grow up not thinking that its mother never loved it, but can I give my child up that easily? It would be hypocritical of me to have an abortion, and you never know what kind of home your child will end up in when you put in an orphanage or a foster home.
I need help. Send an answer soon.
Your loving sister-in-law,
Sam
P.S. Send a reply addressed solely to me. That way if Danny finds it, he'll know not to open it."
With that, Sam folded the envelope, wrote down the address, as well as the return address, applied the stamp, and mailed the letter.
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A/N: Sorry the chapter wa so short. The next one will feature Jazz's response.
