Summary: Danny worries about the future to come.
Pairing: Danny x Sam
Prompt: Future

Day Sixteen

"We're not naming him Jack."

Danny sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, bumping up the glasses that were perched there. "I'm not saying that we have to name him that. But my dad wants us to at least consider it." He turned around in his chair at his desk to face his wife.

Sam sat on the couch with her feet up as she flipped through various books on child birth and what to expect when expecting and whatever else she could find that related to the topic of child rearing. Her ebony hair was cut short, growing longer in the front so that the longest strands just barely brushed her shoulders. Danny grinned at the sleeveless black top she wore. His mother took a special interest in sewing her daughter-in-law some Goth inspired maternity clothes, which Danny thought was only to annoy Sam's parents. Pamela's visits were a dreaded occurrence after the woman learned of her daughter's pregnancy. The woman felt the need to tell Sam every tiny detail of when she was pregnant with Sam. She brought over the most hideous pink or pastel and girly maternity clothes that ever came into existence. Danny was thankful for his mother's thoughtfulness of making something more suited to Sam's style. Otherwise, he didn't think he would survive to see his son's birth.

"It's not really that hard to say that Jack was on our maybe list, is it?"

Sam sighed in exasperation as she closed a book and tossed it aside. "No, I suppose not," she grumbled as she tried to get up from the couch. Tried being the important word there. Her arms flailed before her, and she rocked a few times, trying to build momentum to stand.

Danny knew better than to laugh at the attempt. The first time he did left him with a painful punch to the shoulder. He got up from his chair and helped her to her feet. "If you want something, I can get it."

"Danny, there are some things you simply can't do for me." Sam patted him on the shoulder as she walked toward the doorway of the front room. "I swear this child thinks my bladder is a trampoline or something."

Watching her leave the room, Danny sighed and raked a hand through his raven locks. He was excited about being a father. He wanted a son. But he was scared. This wasn't the usual fears of fatherhood or thinking that he wouldn't be a good father. He was terrified of his son being like him, being born half ghost. It was entirely possible that his child would be a normal human. But what if it wasn't? What if inheriting ghost powers caused something to go wrong with the pregnancy? What if the child or Sam died during labor?

His fear drove him to speak to Vlad early on, only a few weeks after learning that Sam was pregnant. His old foe told him there was nothing to worry about. His ghost powers were a part of his DNA as much as passing on blue eyes and raven hair. Vlad said everything would be all right. But his words didn't stop Danny from worrying. What did Vlad really know anyway? Vlad never had a child before. He didn't know what would happen or how his ghost DNA would affect his unborn son.

"I think I like Lex for a name," Sam announced moments later when she returned from the bathroom.

Danny turned to look at her. "Lex. I like that." He smiled.

midnight: Sorry. orz

maltese: Haha, the theme for yesterday was just begging for something horrific. XD;;