I...have nothing to say this time...
Jazz looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms. Her nephew.
It was weird to think that she, the older sibling, would be an aunt at the age of seventeen. No doubt it was just as weird to Danny that he was a dad at fifteen.
She knew that Danny was going to Sam's for more than just her financial situation. If what Danielle said was true, then one of the clones was ligitimately the child of Danny and Sam, even if it wasn't properly born. The child had a combination of their DNA and that was proof enough.
So Danny intended to ask Sam if she could fill the roll as mother for the four clones, not just her child.
Jazz walked back into Danny's room and smiled when she saw Danielle curled up with her younger sisters. Looking at them now, it was obvious which one was Sam's. Jazz giggled. She was scouling in her sleep.
After a little while of sitting watch, Danielle woke up. The sight of the stranger in the room startled her into jumping out of bed and transforming.
"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" Jazz attempted to soothe.
"Who are you?" Danielle demanded.
"I'm Danny's sister, Jasmine, call me Jazz" she smiled.
"Where's Danny?" Danielle asked.
"He's sleeping in my room, I offered to watch you when I saw how tired he was" Jazz explained.
Danielle nodded and sat down, transforming back to save energy.
"So, you're Danielle?" Jazz wondered, just to be sure.
"Call me Dani" Was Danielle's instant response.
Jazz nodded, hesitating before asking her next question, "who's Danny to you?"
"Huh?" Danielle blinked, confused.
"What do you see Danny as?" Jazz rephrased, "a cousin? A brother?"
Danielle went silent, looking up in thought before replying, "not a cousin, and definitely not a brother, that little guy there" she pointed to the infant in Jazz's arms, "is my brother. Danny is different."
"Can you describe it?" Jazz wondered.
Another moment of silent thinking, "I don't know."
Jazz nodded. The halfa wasn't even a year old yet, she expected as much.
This time Danielle was the one to ask a question, "what's it like to have a dad that cares?"
Jazz smiled, knowing why Danielle was asking such a question, "well, my dad is a bit of an...exception, but even with how different he is compared to a regular dad, he's still a good one. Kinda. He'll choose me and Danny over an experiment, and whenever we need his help he's happy to oblige in his own weird way. He always has our best interests in mind, and he'll support us no matter what we decide to do with our lives, even if its not the family business of ghost hunting. Does that help?"
Danielle nodded, and Jazz could tell that the conversation was over when she climbed back into bed with her sisters.
With nothing else to do, Jazz decided to play with her nephew until Danny woke up.