Warnings: very mild language

Daniel jerked in the recliner when he felt the baby in his arms crying. Reluctantly opening his eyes, he saw Daisy on their bed, sleeping peacefully but with bags under her eyes.

It was his turn to take care of Dallas for the night. Both him and Daisy agreed that there needed to be some system for how they will split their time with Dallas. They found that one parent taking care of Dallas every other night was the best way to enforce that, for now. Dallas was now two months old and growing every day.

Daniel tried shushing his son, groaning from exhaustion when Dallas continued crying. It was a miracle that Daisy hadn't awoken from the volume of her son's cries.

"Okay, Dal, what do you want?" Daniel held the infant up in front of him, feeling the weight of the seat shift slightly. Dallas stopped crying after a moment, to slowly blink at his father, before bursting into tears once more. "Are you hungry or something?"

Daniel switched on the kitchen lights downstairs, holding the baby close to his chest. Dallas's cries had somewhat lowered in volume, but from the way he was trying to suck on the nipple of the baby bottle he was holding, Daniel could tell that he needed milk soon. He carefully poured a quick mug of milk before sticking it in the microwave. After 30 seconds, he took the mug out and set it on a nearby counter. He plucked the baby bottle out of Dallas's hands slowly and set it next to the mug before unscrewing the nipple.

"Daddy's just gonna put milk, okay?" Daniel cooed, a sentence Dallas seemed content with. With one hand, Daniel managed to pour the mug of milk into the bottle. He screwed the nipple once more before giving the bottle to his son, who eagerly took the bottle into his mouth and started drinking. The house was now fairly quiet. Daniel looked at the clock hanging over the sink. 4:06 AM.

Damn, the tired father thought. "Alright, Dal, up we go," he said as he made his way back upstairs, Dallas now drinking to his heart's content.

Daisy slowly opened her eyes and groaned when she felt the sunlight peeping through the open blinds of the window. She stretched her arms up before getting out of bed and seeing her two favorite boys on the recliner near the door. Daniel was sound asleep, an arm protectively around his son. Dallas was asleep as well on his chest, a half-full bottle threatening to fall out of his mouth.

Daisy checked the time on her phone. 9:17 AM. She walked over to her husband and son, kissing them both on their cheeks softly, before heading downstairs to make breakfast for the three of them.

I can really see Daisy and Daniel as great parents. We don't really know much about Daniel in the original timeline, if he settled down or had kids, but I like to think he and Daisy will be the kind of parents that everyone loves.

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