Now, back to the conversation our boys were having...

"I need ya ta do somethin'..."

"What?"

"Meet my family."

Danny stopped eating his burger and stared up at Don, "Huh?"

Don sighed and put his hotdog down on the plate. "Meet my parents and my 4 sisters."

"You have 4 sisters?" Danny asked, taking a bite of his burger.

"Yeah," Don nodded, "We'll talk about this later... at home," He continued to eat his hotdog.

Four hours later, they were just getting home because, apparantly, Danny was very hungry and was trying to savor his food... by eating nice and slow. Then, he was in this very weird shopping spree mood, which was weird because Danny hated shopping unless he was using someone else's money, but today, he was feeling generous. Uh huh.

"Danny, sit," Don ordered, pointing toward the couch.

"Ugh, I'm tired Don, I wanna go to bed," Danny whined, stretching his arms over his head.

"Sit."

Danny sat.

"Good Danny," Don teased, "Now, yer gunna meet my family."

"I met yer dad, isn't that enough?"

Don rolled his eyes, "That was before we were a we.."

"I thought when I talked about you and me, I said we before now..."

Don threw a couch cushion at Danny. "Shut up. Yer meeting my dad and my mom and Janie, Laurie, Molly, and Cindy."

"Oh man," Danny groaned, "Are ya sure?"

"I told em about you, they were... surprised, but now they're fine, they wanna meet you."

Danny groaned again and flopped down onto the couch. Don sighed and ran his hand through his short hair. "So yer agreein'?"

"I had a choice?" Danny asked hopefully.

"No."

With a grunt, Danny got up and headed to their bedroom.

"Don't give me that, buddy," Don warned, following him, "I hadda meet your family."

"But... that doesn't count!" Danny whined.

Don rolled his eyes at the lame arguement. As soon as Danny stepped into the bedroom, Don pinned him against the wall. "Yer gunna stop being a baby, yer gunna meet my parents, my sisters, and y'know what? Even my dog. And yer gunna be happy with it, got it?"

"What do I get out of it? Except for gettin' to taste this wall?" Danny asked, trying to turn his neck to face Don.

"Yer gettin' to help me get this damn thing off my chest, that's what yer gettin' out of it."

Danny sighed and relaxed under Don's weight, "If it means this much to you..."

"It does," Don confirmed and let go of Danny.

He turned around and ran his hand through Don's hair, "Then I'll meet em and I'll be happy about it. Didn't know you were such a family man, though, Donnie, when did that happen?"

"When my parents called last week and said if they didn't get to have a sit-down with me n' my new boyfriend, they'd come over here with the entire family and embarrass the hell out of me."

"Oh," Danny chuckled, "That sounds like more fun... I wanna see ya get embarrassed."

Don rolled his eyes and stepped away from Danny to head towards the bed. He sat down and started taking off his shoes and socks, Danny stood in front of him with an amused look. "So when is this meeting?"

Don murmured something in response and took his shirt off, tossing it somewhere else in the room.

"Huh?"

Slipping off his pants, Don cleared his throat and mumbled it again.

"Don't think this you only in boxers thing is gunna distract me Donnie, when?" Danny started undressing as well, but still watching Don intently.

With a sigh, Don fell onto the bed. "Tomorrow... morning, 8."

"What?" Danny asked in disbelief and dropped his shirt on the floor. "Tomorrow's Sunday, day off, SLEEP DAY."

Don nodded and covered his head with a pillow. "Church."

"WHAT?"

"We're goin' ta church.. with my family."

Danny was speechless, he really had no clue what to say... he hadn't gone to church since he was... 8, 9?

"Asshole," Danny muttered and nudged Don over so he could climb under the blankets.

"I love you, babe," Don said over-sweetly.

"Shut up."