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Part Three
The early morning sunlight shone through the curtains hitting Danny fully in the face, as he blinked open his eyes sleepily. Glancing around the bedroom where he was currently, it seemed to be reflect the other rooms that he had seen of the McGarrett household. The walls were a deep blue to match the bedcovers and the space was spacious and immaculate; a far cry from his pokey bed-sit.
Stretching his muscles out, he smiled as the sound of the waves drifted in through the open window. Not that he would tell Steve but he did find the large expanse of water calm and comforting to his senses.
"Daddy! Daddy, get up. Uncle Steve made us pancakes! And sausages" Grace came bolting into the room still dressed in her pyjamas, her dark hair flicking wildly as she jumped onto her father's lap.
"Woah, Monkey. I don't think Steve would be too happy if you broke his bed." Despite trying to seem authoritative, Danny couldn't help the elated laugh that escaped from his lips. Nothing specific had happened between the pair last night apart from several hours long conversations and luxuriously lazy kisses; but he had never woken up feeling as happy as he did right at that minute.
Grace grinned back as she snuggled into Danny's side. "Sorry daddy, but I love staying here. Uncle Steve said that we can play on the beach this afternoon, I'm gonna build a massive sandcastle!"
"I bet I can make a bigger one."
Father and daughter looked up simultaneously at the new conversation joiner. Steve was looking perfectly at ease with the situation as usual and smiling goofily at the pair occupying his bed. A dark dressing gown was hanging open revealing his toned bare chest and a pair of sweatpants.
"Uh uh. I'm the queen of castles!"
"Uh huh, I've had nearly thirty more years of practice!"
"Okay, okay." Danny laughed, wondering how he had suddenly acquired an extra child overnight. A sudden warmth emanated in his chest and he sank back down into the fluffy pillows. "I'll be the judge of that. But, first… I believe my lovely offspring mentioned something breakfast." He cocked a blond brow at Steve who shot him a subtle wink that made him melt like a love struck teenaged girl, all over again.
"Hm, I think that can be arranged." The dark haired man stepped forward and scooped the giggling eight year old girl up into his arms effortlessly; as Danny swung his legs over the side of the wooden frame. As he passed his partner, in both senses of the word now he supposed; the short blond New Jersy native smirked internally as he caught the quiet intake of breath.
"Race ya!" He called, dashing out of the room and towards the stair case, before the brunette duo could catch up to him.
"Danno! Look at me" Grace called as she cart wheeled across the soft yellow sand of Steve's own private beach. After breakfast Danny had driven back to his apartment to pick up spare clothes and essentials whilst he left his daughter with Steve to wash the dishes.
Now he was lounging in a deck chair with his sunglasses on flicking through a paperback that he found on the coffee table in the lounge and enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun. "That's great hon." He glanced up at his daughter who was now dancing around her sandcastle in circles and smiled softly.
Behind him, the sound of clattering pans and cheerful singing came through the open doors where Steve was making dinner in the kitchen. Somewhere in between the twelve hours that they had started… Dating, Steve had decided that Danny should be kept at least twenty feet away from any food items or cooking electronics that could be set fire to. Which Danny had decided was totally fine considering the delicious aroma of pasta wafting through the air and into his nostrils.
He could get used to this.