Fears: Chapter Sixteen
Danny's POV:
I actually managed to get a few hours of sleep, so when I woke up, I felt a lot better. I walked into the living room to find Danielle asleep in Johnny's arms, while Kitty was doing dishes in the kitchen.
"You didn't have to do that, Kitty," I said.
"It was no problem, Danny," she said, smiling at me. She handed me my cellphone. "I hope you don't mind, Sam called, so I answered. She said she'd be over soon."
"Thanks," I said. I couldn't begin to describe how lucky I was to have befriended Johnny and Kitty; other than Sam and Tucker, they were the best friends I'd ever had.
I sat down in my recliner, across from Johnny, and turned on the television. "How was she?" I asked him.
"She was fine. She asked what was wrong with her."
"What did you tell her?"
"I explained what was happening. I couldn't lie to her."
"How did she take it?"
"She was fine, Danny. You need to give her more credit."
"I know," I sighed.
Sam and Tucker arrived a few minutes later. I hadn't seen her since I'd found out what was wrong with Danielle. She stepped in and opened her arms, I wrapped my arms around her and held on to her tightly, biting my lip.
She rubbed my back softly and kissed my neck, "It's going to be okay, Danny," she whispered.
After a moment, I composed myself enough to let go. Sam walked over to Johnny and leaned down to kiss Danielle's forehead. Dani's eyes opened and they were green, "Hi, Mom," she said, causing Sam to gasp.
Johnny lifted Danielle up and handed her to Sam, who sat down and held her. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
Danielle only shook her head. "I'm sorry, honey," Sam whispered.
Tucker sat down on the love seat, "I got your assignments," he said. "Lancer said not to worry about them too much, though."
I forced a small smile. "Thanks," I replied. I sat down beside Sam and pulled Danielle into my arms. She snuggled up against my chest and closed her eyes.
Danielle's POV:
Danny took me from Sam and held me. I was freezing and he was warm; I curled up against him and shut my eyes. My entire body ached and my throat hurt, my vision was blurry and my head hurt.
Everyone must have thought I was asleep, because a conversation began; one that I probably shouldn't have been hearing.
"How are you liking fatherhood?" Tucker asked.
"Up until now, I was loving it," Danny answered, stroking my cheek lightly. "I'm so worried about her."
"Danny, no matter what happens, you won't lose her," Johnny said.
"How do we know that for sure? How do we know that after losing one of her halves, she won't be completely different? How do we know for certain that she'll be okay?" Danny's voice cracked and he sounded almost like he was crying.
I opened my eyes a crack and looked up at him, utterly shocked to see that he had a tear running down his cheek. I curled up tighter against him, now worried about him and myself. What if I wasn't going to be okay?