A/N: So I'm a bit bored. Nothing to do. And I'm watching a movie named "Autopsy" with my little brother cringing next to me asking me "Is it over yet?" Haha! Anyway, I'm going to update this now so that I don't have to worry about anything.

And my fingers hurt. I've cracked my knuckles before, but they don't seem to work anymore...

Anywhere, let us go.

IF I OWNED DANNY PHANTOM, I WOULDN'T BE MAKING STORIES HERE. I'D BE MAKING NEW EPISODES AND PLANNING TO PUT IT BACK ON AIR. BUT I HAVE NO RULE OVER IT, AND I DON'T OWN IT.

Chapter 5: Playing with Fire

Sam glanced at her stomach in the mirror and watched as it rose and fell in sync with her breathing. 2 months and 2 weeks, and still not a sign of a bump. Flatness still claimed its position, and barely any symptoms had been going on. Well, any except for morning sickness, which was happening quite regularly than the morning. Danny knocked on the door, making her jump in surprise.

"Hey, you hungry?" He asked smiling at her fidgety action. She slipped her shirt back over her tummy and turned toward him.

"Yeah, maybe, a little."

He took her hand and led her to the kitchen downstairs, sitting her down in a chair.

"You're okay though?"

"Yeah. Just... a little paranoid. Confused."

Danny sighed and grabbed the food he'd prepared for her put it out in front of her. A nice salad with fat free ranch, just like she wanted, and some water on the side. He knew that this wasn't really a healthy portion for 2 people, but this was how Sam wanted it. This is the way she normally ate it. He pulled up a chair in front of her, in the table across from her, and knitted his hands together, watching take a small bite of her meal. She looked up at him, smiling awkwardly.

"What?"

0I'"I'll drink a lot of milk."

"Sam..."

She scoffed. "I don't want to eat a poor animal."

He shrugged.

"Just try this."

She took a forkful of lettuce, spinach, and a crouton, and held it up to his mouth; he turned away.

"Noooo!"

"Please? You know you want some." She pushed it closer. "It's really yummy."

He gave a exaggerated sigh and accepted its entrance, munching it carefully, as if it contained poison.

Surprisingly enough, it tasted really good, and he decided to grab a bowl for himself.

"I told you," she taunted. "It's really yummy." And she resumed finishing hers.

"Meh meh meh." He mocked her again...

"Sam," Danny opened the door and shut it. "I'm home."

He nearly tripped over a toddler toy when he took a step forward.

"What the-?"

2 little kids ran down the stairs and to Danny, clutching him tightly. He stared at them nervously. 'What's going on?'

"Sam! Where are you?"

"Hi Daddy," one of the kids smiled and looked up at him.

"Danny," Sam said as she slowly approached him. "I'm... pregnant again."

"WHAT?" He shook his head in disbelief. This has got to be some nightmare. A big nightmare. He'll wake up soon. And it will all be a dream. But her words kept playing over and over and over in his head.

"I'm pregnant again, I'm pregnant again, I'm pregnant again."

He closed his eyes to regain himself and when he opened them again, there had to be at least 50 little kids running around.

"Whoa! Hang on! What-?"

"Danny, why didn't you tell me?"

He looked at Sam and seen her mascara smeared, her face wet with tear tracks running far down.

"I... tell you what?"

"That you were the father. This could've been prevented. This could've never happened. But you lied to me."

When she said 'lied', she dripped her voice with the same acid as before.

"I... Sam... I'm sorry."

"I can't do this anymore," she broke down, and this time, the room was completely empty. No little kids running around anywhere. "You lied to me! After you promised me you never would! How could you?"

"Sam..."

But it was too late. Sam had already left...

Danny sprang up from his sleep, gasping and panting, waiting for his breath to become steady once more. That nightmare was so... unusual. Though far-fetched for anyone else, for him, it was completely believeable. Sam slowly arose and looked at him. Fear had dawned in his eyes, and he could tell something had scared him.

"Danny?" She leaned up against him and set her hand on his bare chest. "Danny, what's the matter? Are you okay?"

He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head unsurely. "I... I don't even know."

"Tell me about it. Your nightmare. What happened?"

"You..." He stopped to think up a story. "You were mad at me. And you... you killed yourself."

"Danny," she placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head toward hers. "I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm fine."

She gave him a kiss, and he had fought to it, glad that she wasn't really heart-broken, and didn't really leave him. Because the thought of it... just crushed him. He roughly, but gently, fed his tongue into her mouth, guiding it with control, but also letting explore freely. She whimpered at this sudden action. What was bothering him so much? She wanted to know. Was the dream really that bad as to how he's acting so strange now.

"Sam, I love you. Please listen to me and please believe it. I love you more then anything. My life. My soul. Everything."

"I love you too Danny." She practically promised, worry and concern invading her voice.

He continued to kiss her, his hands shifting from her cheek to her waist. Eventually, though, his exhaustion took over, and he fell asleep. Sam pulled away as his body had slowed itself down and ran its course. She watched him for a little bit, before she slid into his arms and shut her eyes as well, falling asleep too.

The sun's rays bled through the open curtains, and Danny groaned, waking up in his same usual way. He leaned up, and removed the covers from over him, standing up slowly so the blood didn't rush to his head. He wobbled a bit, his feet not quite used to what he was doing, but regained himself. A sizzling sound was heard downstairs, and he decided to investigate it. He pulled a shirt on and opened the door, quietly tip-toed down the stair case and looked in the kitchen. Sam had set up a full platter for him. Pancakes, eggs, toast, and... bacon? Sam made bacon? Something had to have been going on. She was humming a rock tune. Danny recognized it to be his favorite song, Next Contestant by Nickelback.

He cleared his throat and she looked back at him.

"Hey. You're up. How are you feeling?"

"Uh," he said, starting toward her. "Feeling a little bit better. Hoping that I'll recover more soon."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She leaned into it while she grabbed the handle of the skillet and flipped her last pancake.

"Whoa," he stopped back in surprise.

She grinned as she put the pancake on a serving platter and set it on the table.

"Ready," she took a seat. Danny stared and watched as she grabbed a piece of wheat toast. "What?"

"You didn't make my plate," he sniffed, pretending to pout.

"You expect me to treat you like your my child?"

"No," he chuckled. "Just kidding."

He grabbed 4 pancakes, a large pile of eggs, 4 pieces of bacon, and 3 pieces of toast and slapped them on his plate. Sam stared as he began to scarf his meal into his mouth.

"What? A dude's gotta eat."

"Like a pig?"

He averted his eyes between his meal and her and shrugged. "Sure."

She tried hard not to watch as he continued to consume everything like he hadn't eaten in 2 years, but of course, not everything could be avoided once a speck of food landed on your arm...

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. I have to leave to head back to Fort Wayne. I will make other's longer, as usual.

PleaseR&R,

DA98