A/N: I'm back! This one goes out to my Danny Concannon Defense Squad on Twitter. You guys will know why when you get to the end of the chapter. And to everyone else: I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Mild trigger warning: there's some mention of blood.

"Honey, I'm home," C.J. yells in her best British accent as she steps through the door. Danny is sitting in the living room, his laptop in front of him, typing furiously.

"Hey," he says without looking up.

"How was your day?" C.J. asks as she throws her purse on the floor and walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Danny doesn't reply. "Danny?"

"Hold on." He's still typing, not even offering her as much as a smile.

"I had an interesting chat with Donna today. Well, maybe not interesting. That might not be the right word. It was-"

"Hold on," Danny says again, his eyes fixed on his screen. C.J. waits for a second, sipping her water before she speaks again, impatient as ever.

"And then your child decided during a meeting with very important people would be a good time to make me throw up." Still, no response. "So, anyways I thought to myself, why not take off all my clothes and have sex with Charlie on my desk?" Danny's head snaps up.

"C.J.?"

"Yeah?" He gestures towards his computer screen. "You were trying to finish a thought, weren't you?"

"Yeah."

"And I distracted you."

"Kinda."

"And now you probably want me to shut up so you can get back to your writing," she says, feeling only a little bad. Danny shakes his head and closes his laptop.

"Nah, I lost my train of thought the moment you came through that door," he tells her and pats the spot next to him on the sofa. "C'mere." C.J. smiles, very pleased with herself, as she sits down. She reaches out and runs her fingers through Danny's hair as he pulls her closer, his lips gently meeting hers.

"Hi," she whispers.

"Hi." They sit quietly for a while and C.J. just looks at him. He's grown his beard back – C.J. likes it better that way – and his hair has just been cut.

"So, you had sex with Charlie on your desk?" Danny says, smiling.

"Daniel! Way to ruin a moment." C.J. slaps his shoulder as she turns away, shaking her head.

"You were the one who brought it up!" Danny insists.

"Because I thought you weren't listening." C.J. gives him a capital l Look.

"Well, I was." She leans back again, smiling at the ceiling.

"Yeah. Anyways, Charlie knows his way around. You should ask him for tips at some point," C.J. tells him matter-of-factly.

"I think I'm doing alright," Danny says and places a hand on her stomach.

"Ehh… Could still use some help though."

"And I'm sure Charlie is thrilled we're having this conversation," Danny laughs.

"Yes, I'll make sure to mention it to him tomorrow." C.J. turns her head to look at him.

"You're ridiculous," he tells her as he plants another kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, but you like that about me." Danny considers this for a moment.

"I guess," he tells her, not particularly impressed. "How's Peanut?" he asks then, turning his attention to her stomach.

"Peanut's good," C.J. says, as Danny circles her belly button.

"And how's Mommy?" Danny wants to know. Her breath gets caught in her throat when he calls her that, still not quite used to it.

"Mommy's alright," she assured him. "Although I did have to rush out of a meeting with Anna Hart and Mary Morgan to watch my lunch reappear." Danny squeezes her hand.

"Who are Anna Hart and Mary Morgan?"

"Very important people who want to give me lots of money to go save the world," C.J. tells him as she runs her fingers through his hair. She silently prays the kid will get his red locks, something she would never tell Danny because she doesn't want to deal with the smug, self-satisfied look he would give her.

"C.J.?"

"Yeah?" He looks concerned, worried even, and pulls her a little closer.

"You're home late." C.J. looks at the clock on the wall.

"It's only six."

"We said four," Danny reminds her. He's not angry, he almost never is. He's just looking out for her.

"Danny…"

"C.J., I'm serious," he presses on.

"Danny, I'm fine."

"You look tired." C.J. knows she does. She's seen the circles under her eyes, has even tried to cover them up in the hopes that Danny wouldn't notice.

"Yeah well, you'd be pretty tired too if you had a one hour meeting turn into a three hour one and then had to spend forty minutes on the phone with a woman who only spoke French and seemed to be making the call from somewhere in the outskirts of God-Knows-Where, judging by the poor connection."

"I'm not kidding around, C.J.," Danny says.

"Danny!" C.J. protests and stands up.

"You said you'd take it easy."

"I am!"

"You left at seven this morning," Danny insists as C.J. starts pacing the room. She knows he's right, knows she promised to slow down, yet she can't bring herself to admit it.

"I had a call from Germany."

"And yesterday?"

"Jesus, Danny, I can't just drop everything and leave."

"I'm not asking you to." Danny is on his feet as well. "I'm just asking you to take it easy."

"I am. I will. I'm trying."

"Okay," Danny says softly, taking a step towards her. "I know you are."

"I just – I don't like it when you treat me like I'm made of glass," C.J. says and sits down again, running her fingers through her hair. She's way too tired to be having this argument right now.

"I wasn't trying – I'm sorry." Danny moves to sit next to her taking her hand. "You're the strongest person I know. And you're certainly not made of glass." He kisses her temple gently as C.J. leans into him, her eyes closed. "I just – I guess I'm just worried about you." C.J. looks up at him, her fingers playing with button of his shirt.

"You don't have to be," she assures him. "I'm worried enough for both of us." C.J.'s only half kidding when she says this. Most of the time in her office is spent thinking about whether or not she's on her feet too much or if her baby is even still alive. Wondering if she's going to feel the thick, hot blood, that can only mean one thing, tickle down her thighs. Danny pulls her a little closer, putting a comforting hand on her stomach. "I just want to keep him safe."

"Him?" Danny raises his eyebrows. C.J. can't really blame him. She's changed her mind about this at least seven times in the last three days.

"I've got a feeling."

"A feeling, huh?" C.J. nods and kisses Danny, her hand traveling up to his neck. He pulls away way too quickly for C.J.'s taste. "So, listen… I was thinking. And I mean we don't have to – it's completely up to you. I mean, you can say no. I just thought since we're having a kid – and again, no pressure to say yes-"

"Danny, spit it out before you choke on it," C.J. laughs and Danny's cheeks turn crimson.

"Well… I was just thinking that there isn't really enough space here for a baby," Danny says, his thumb stroking her side, not meeting her eyes.

"Yeah?" C.J. asks, encouraging him to go on.

"So… what if we… got a house or something?" C.J. can't keep the giant smile from spreading on her face.

"A house of something?" she echoes, grinning from ear to ear.

"We don't have to. It was just an idea. You can say no."

"Why would I say no, you idiot?"

"I don't know. I thought you might think it's a bit too quick. I don't want to rush you," Danny says, finally meeting her eyes. C.J. can't get over how cute his face gets when he's not quite sure about something. His cheeks turn pink and he starts to trip over his own words.

"Danny, we're having a baby, it doesn't get scarier than that," C.J. laughs as she pulls Danny into a hug. Her chin rests on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist. They're quiet for a moment before C.J. pulls away, planting a small kiss on Danny's cheek.

"So this is not too quick for you?" Danny asks, always making sure she's totally onboard.

"Well our kid can hardly sleep in the study now, can he?"

"I suppose not," Danny says, smiling.

"Sam probably knows some people out here who could help us find something."

"We could always try giving him a call." C.J. moves closer to Danny, their lips almost touching.

"I'll make sure to do that," she whispers before finally closing the space between them. Danny's hands are on her neck almost immediately, warm against her cold skin. C.J. let's her own hands ghost over his shoulders, her fingers wanting to explore every inch of him. She sighs as Danny moves his lips to her jaw, kissing his way down to her neck. Just as C.J. reaches for his shirt, her phone starts ringing.

"Don't answer that," Danny tells her and C.J. tries to ignore it but the phone just keeps going. "Ignore it," Danny tries again but C.J. wriggles out from underneath him and walks over to the table, fishing the offending item out of her bag. "Hang up." C.J. ignores him and flicks open her phone.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Is this C.J.?" Abbey says on the other side of the line.

"Who is it?" Danny asks and stands up from the couch.

"Yes, this is C.J.," she tells Abbey, wondering who the former first lady thought would pick up when she called C.J.'s phone.

"Who is it?" Danny tries again. C.J. waves her hand, dismissing him.

"How are you, C.J.? How's California?"

"I'm good, thank you. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I've been going through old pictures from the campaign. I found some of you and Danny. I'll send them to you," Abbey tells her.

"C.J.?" Danny walks up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. C.J. slaps his hand away. "C.J.?"

"Shush – No, sorry, not you, Abbey. Danny's being just an idiot."

"How is my favourite reporter?" Abbey asks.

"Yeah, he's alright. How's-"

"Hold on, I'll give Jed the phone."

"Oh no, you don't have to-"

"Claudia Jean!" Jed Bartlet practically yells through the phone. C.J. wonders if he knows he doesn't actually have to scream all the way from New Hampshire to California in order for her to hear him.

"Say hi from me," Danny tells C.J. as he opens the fridge.

"Hello, sir. How are you?" C.J. laughs, ignoring Danny.

"Call me Jed, C.J.," the former president insists for probably the hundredth time since he left office.

"No, sir, I don't think I can do that."

"I'll keep on trying to persuade you."

"How are you, sir?" C.J. asks again as Danny hands her a glass of water.

"I'm doing perfectly fine, Claudia Jean and I do not appreciate the worrying tone in your voice. I called to talk about you."

"I'm alright, sir," C.J. says and takes a sip of water.

"And Danny?"

"Keeping me out of trouble," she informs him.

"As I suspected. Is he writing?"

"Like you wouldn't believe. Sometimes I wake up at night and he's still typing away on that laptop of his." She can hear Jed laugh on the other end.

"Ey! Are you guys talking about me?" Danny asks and kisses C.J. cheek as he walks past her. C.J. ignores him, rolling her eyes.

"How's your work, C.J.? I hear you're saving the world one highway at the time." Even though he isn't actually in the room, C.J. can feel herself blush.

"I like to think so, sir."

"I'm assuming Danny's taking good care of you. Attending to your every need and all that."

"Jed, leave the poor girl alone and get to the point," C.J. hears Abbey yell in the background. She can't help but smile.

"Yes, C.J.. Are you and Danny free next weekend?"

"Yes, sir, I believe so," C.J. tells him and presses the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she searches around in her bag for her planner.

"Abbey and I are flying out to see and old friend of ours and we were wondering if the two of you would like to have dinner with us?" For some reason, C.J. can't stop herself from getting a little teary eyed. Danny hands her a tissue, which she gladly accepts.

"Hormones," she mouths before answering the question. "Yes, of course we'd like to, sir. You're more than welcome to come for dinner at our place, if you'd like."

"No, please. We don't want to trouble you."

"It wouldn't be any trouble, sir," C.J. assures him. "And don't worry, I wouldn't have anything to do with the cooking. That would be all Danny."

"No, really, C.J.. Abbey and I would like to take you both out," Jed presses on.

"Alright, sir. If you insist."

"I do! And you really can't refuse me. I still am Mr. President," he reminds her.

"Yes, sir," C.J. says, a smile on her face.

"Alright, Claudia Jean. It was lovely talking to you. I'll have Abbey send you some more details. I am very much looking forward to seeing you again."

"Me too, sir," C.J. assures him.

"Tell her to say hi to Danny from us," Abbey yells.

"Abbey wants me to tell you to say hi to Danny from us," Jed repeats.

"I heard, sir. I will. He says hello back, by the way."

"Great. We'll see you then."

"See you then, sir," C.J. says, resisting the urge to end this call with a Thank you, Mr. President.

"Oh, and C.J.?"

"Yes, sir?"

"If you call me sir one more time, I'm afraid I'll have to send the Secret Service on you."

"I'll try my best not to then."

"That's the spirit! Goodbye, C.J.."

"Goodbye, sir." She quickly hangs up the phone before he can scold her for calling him sir. Danny walks up behind her, his arms wrapping around C.J.'s waist.

"What was that all about?" he asks, his lips on her shoulder.

"We're having dinner with them next week," C.J. tells him as she puts her phone on the table. Danny spins her around in his arms and her hands quickly find their spot on his shoulders. He leans in so close his face almost gets blurry.

"Now, where were we?" he whispers. C.J. toys with the button of his shirt.

"I believe I was about to take this off."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Comments or reviews are appreciated as always. I'll hopefully be back with another chapter in the next few days!