Hey guys! It's only been what, like 24 hours since I posted the last one but I was just super excited to finish this one and didn't want to keep people waiting.

So I forgot to explain in the last story that most of these stories are going to be inspired by the blog on tumblr "imagineyourOTP" because some of their ideas are just too perfect for Danny and Sam.

Also, it's AmethystOcean week! Meaning its a week to think about how amazing the couple that is Danny Fenton and Sam Manson are!

Okay, enough is enough, here's the story!

"Is this some sort of trick?"

"No Danny, for the last time, it's been almost ten years, they've gotten over it. They accept our relationship AND the fact you're half ghost. We've been married for TWO YEARS!" Sam glared.

"But they were way too happy in the call. It's a trap Sam!" He cried throwing his hands up.

Is wife rolled her eyes and walked into her parent's house where the young couple had been invited for dinner. Though they had been together for so long, Danny still had reservations about Sam's parents towards him.

"Sammy! Daniel!" Sam's father said when they walked in. "It's so good to see the both of you."

"It's good to see you as well Mr. Manson."

"Daniel, please call me Jeremy, we've been over this."

"Sorry sir."

"No matter. Dinner is almost ready and Pamela is waiting in the sitting room."

They followed Jeremy into the other room and the four of them chatted until dinner was served. The conversation continued at the Manson's butler served them dinner.

"So Danny, I hear your most recent book was a success?" Pamela questioned.

"I guess you could say that. I never realized how many people were interested in real ghosts."

"Well everyone loves a good ghost story as a kid, and nothing says a good ghost story like Skulker trying to mount someone's head." Sam said. Her parents frowned at her morbid attempt at humour. "What? It's true!"

"Even though my focus is on ghosts I'm thinking of expanding my genres to other science fiction creatures or even historical fiction."

"Sounds like you've got all hat figured out. I guess we were always wrong about you, son." Jeremy said patting Danny's back as he shifted uncomfortably.

The main course arrived and Danny eyed the filet mignon hungrily. As much as he had his issues with the Manson's, he could always count on them to serve excellent food. Sam's food looked way less appetizing to Danny but she seemed content with her stuffed red pepper and sweet potatoes.

"Can I get some ketchup with this?" she asked. Her parents and Danny looked at her with confusion but she ignored them and they shrugged returning to their conversation which switched over to Sam, much to Danny's relief. Her parents drilled her about her job as a florist, wondering why she would work when she has her LARGE inheritance.

"Mom, just because we have a lot of money, doesn't mean I can't find a job to fill my free time. I ENJOY doing it, just like Danny enjoys writing. It's a great way to spend time while doubling as a way to make money. And our future kids will learn the same way. I don't always want to rely on your money."

"I'm sorry Sammykins, we know you like being independent but we're just trying to help."

Knowing that between the conversation and the usage of her least favourite nickname that Sam was going to become frustrated, Danny decided to step in before she got too overemotional.

"Look Pamela, Sam appreciates the fact that you always want to help her live her life more comfortably, but she really loves what she does and would probably do it even if she wasn't making money like what she did in high school. It's more of a hobby that pays, just like what I do."

Sam looked grateful to her husband for stopping her before she irrationally broke down and yelled at her mother. He smiled at her and Pamela sighed in defeat before going back to eating.

Sam took a bit of her food and realized she was missing the ketchup she asked for which she saw was sitting in between her father and Danny. She didn't want to be rude so she asked, "Daddy, can you pass the ketchup?"

As if it were happening in slow motion, both Danny and her father reached for it. They stopped and Sam's eyes widened as the colour drained from her husband's face. Jeremy saw his daughter and son-in-law's reaction and his face started to turn red.

Danny tried to cover it up but his voice cracked as he said, "Oh, did she say Daddy? I thought she said Danny, oh well, here you go Sam. Wow this is delicious Pamela; I need to give my regards to whoever cooked this." And he stuffed a piece in his mouth.

"Sam," Jeremy said through gritted teeth. "You definitely articulated 'Daddy' so what is the meaning of this?"

"Dad, before you get mad, think about this I mean we've been married for two years now, something is eventually bound to happen..."

He stood and dropped his napkin onto the table. "Jeremy, please..." Pamela said trying to calm him down.

"Pamela, not now," and turning to his daughter said, "How long?"

Danny and Sam glanced at each other before Sam finally said, "Two months."

"And how long have you waited to tell us this, I cannot BELIEVE you two, and how can you even think about defiling MY ONLY DAUGHTER!" he said before storming out of the room.

Pamela dropped her head into her hands. "I knew he'd be upset whenever you were to get pregnant but this is just overdramatic, even for him."

"Maybe I should go talk to him." Sam said but Danny put a hand on her shoulder. "No, let me. This is mostly my fault anyway since I'm the one that really wanted a kid." He walked out to find Sam's father furiously knitting in the living room.

"Uh, Jeremy it's me." He said poking his head through the door.

He put down his knitting and Danny walked in to sit across from him on the opposite couch.

"Look, I know as a teenager you hated me dating Sam and you were even reluctant with the marriage as first but even through that you finally accepted me. And while I know Sam is your only child and your only daughter, I am so in love with her. I have been since we first became friends.

"All I've wanted since we graduated was to see her with a ring from me on her finger and then have her holding our child like he or she is the only thing that she or I could ever compare to loving as much as we do each other. So I know you aren't happy with the act I did with her to create this, but the end result will make both of us happier than you could ever imagine. It's my hope that we raise a daughter so she is as amazing and strong willed as Sam or a son that we can teach to treat fantastic girls like her as best as he can. So while you may be upset now, you're going to be so happy holding your grandchild in your arms. So whether you like it or not, even if you don't think we're ready, we've been ready since I put the engagement ring on her finger."

Jeremy sat there in wonder as that lanky teenage boy her daughter brought home 10 years earlier changed into a loving husband and a decent man. Danny sat staring back at him while holding his breath hoping his speech would make Sam's dad cave in without much difficulty.

"I know I may have overreacted, but you're both still so young and have plenty of time. Don't rush in, but now it's too late. That being said, I do think you two are more than capable of handling this and Pamela and I will help in any way we can."

Danny broke into a huge grin and so much like his father would, he pulled Jeremy in and hugged him until he had trouble breathing. Sam walked in and smiled at the sight, glad her father wasn't as upset as he had seemed before. Danny turned to her and hugged her just as hard, kissing her on the forehead.

"We're having a baby." He said.

"No, I'M having a baby and you're just the help." She replied with a wink.

Hope you all liked it! Stay tuned in the next week for the next drabble. It has yet to have a name and I don't even know which story I want to write next. I have so many ideas!