A/N ups, found this from I don't know when :D
I't a bit longer, but just as pointless as the other little pieces here I guess :)

Something Steve wasn't surprised about when he came home after work with Danny's sweet car already sitting in his drive. Or Danny, the sun, beach, water, world hating man, lying in Steve's hammock for an afternoon nap. It had happened repeatedly by now.

What he did not, never in a thousand years, expect, was the little baby sleeping on his lovers chest, drooling on Danny's shirt. Both were uttering a snuffling snore now and then. The hammock was swinging slightly, rocking both occupants into a fitful slumber, no doubt.

"Huh." Steve stood there watching for a moment, scratching his head.

When Danny woke up it was to a fussing baby squirming on his chest. He grunted and tightened his arm around the child automatically, then yawned heartily and grinned down at Charlie.

"Hey, bubba. Nap-time over?"

Charlie just smacked his lips.

"Yeah, I think it's lunch time, too, Tiger."

Carefully he wiggled out of the hammock, keeping a tight hold on the little baby in his grasp.

As soon as he took one step near the door sounds and smells reached Danny, he smiled. "Looks like we have a cook. Well, I do," he corrected quickly and made his way inside and into the kitchen, "this smells like lasagna. And no baby gets lasagna in my care, you hear me?"

"I hear you," Steve looked up from where he was cutting a salad. "And I was afraid you were gonna say that, but I don't know what the baby eats. Don't know what the baby is doing here either?" Steve wiped his hands clean and came over to give Danny a kiss. And promptly got a small groping hand to his cheek from Charlie, who was perched on Danny's hip.

"I see how it is," Steve addressed the child, "you don't want to share him." Slowly he reached out with his finger and poked the small kid's tummy. "Well, he is mine. Get your own Danno." He wiggled his finger a bit until he got a toothless grin.

Danny watched with a fond grin, hitching Charlie up a bit higher. "Stop threatening the infant, babe."

"He started it," Steve immediately defended.

"Always the others." Danny shook his head. "Anyway, Steve, meet Charlie Edwards."

Whatever explanation Steve had expected about who's kid this was. He hadn't expected this. "As in..?"

"As in, Charlie Edwards, son of Rachel and Stan Edwards and baby brother of Gracie, yes."

"Sie!" the baby made a noise for the first time.

"That's right," Danny bounced Charlie a bit. "Gracie."

"Da!" Charlie grabbed on to Danny's nose.

Steve raised an eyebrow and frowned. Da? Danny had told him all about what had happened with his Ex. About how they had fallen back into bed and she had told him later that she was pregnant with his baby, only to take it back afterwards. Steve knew that it had crushed Danny. While Steve was eternally grateful that things with Rachel hadn't worked out back then, because he would have lost Danny to that woman and to Jersey, Steve still wasn't too happy about her pulling this crap with his Danno.

Danny saw the look on Steve's face and cleared his throat awkwardly. "For Danno. Or Danny. Not.. uh..you know."

Not Daddy. "Right." Steve nodded.

"Da!" Charlie repeated, demanding attention.

"Yes, yes. I'm here."

Soon Danny sat down at the table with Charlie on his lap, feeding him nasty baby mush, and Steve watched them.

"You have your constipated face on, babe. You don't mind us being here, do you? I should have asked, I'm sorry," Danny said, concentrating mostly on his current task. Feeding a baby can be messy.

"'Course not," Steve sighed and came over. "I just.. I just don't know why you torture yourself like that."

Danny had told him how much he had wanted Rachel's baby to be his. It had hurt him that his ex-wife had again preferred Stan over him, but not as much as being told the child wasn't from him. Even now, Steve could see Danny's obvious fondness for baby-Charlie, but also this pained edge in his eyes.

Danny blew out a breath and spooned another load of baby food in Charlie's eager mouth before he answered.

"It's not Charlie's fault that his mother can be.. difficult."

"Never said it was, Danno."

"Not Gracie's either. And she has this mother-daughter thing at school today. Stan was supposed to be back by then but his plane got held up and Rachel couldn't reach the nanny. So, yeah," Danny shrugged. "I was the obvious choice. Day off and Charlie knows me a bit so I'm not a stranger." Another spoonful made it to Charlie's mouth, who was fussing a little now, a clear sign that he was almost full. "He's Grace's brother, Steve. That still makes him family. Okay?" Danny looked at Steve almost pleadingly, begging him to understand.

"Hey, as long as you're fine with it, I'm fine with it," Steve quickly reassured. "Hey," he perked up with a sudden idea, "want to teach him bad words? Scandalize the parents a bit?"

Danny looked at him with shocked eyes and then snorted, probably imagining Stan, Rachel, Gracie and Charlie sitting at the fancy dining table with Charlie shouting 'Shit' or something. He quickly coughed and covered his mirth however. "Absolutely not."

"You are no fun. No fun at all, right, Charlie?" he turned to the child, "Danno is no fun."

"Da!"

"See, he agrees."

"Sure he does," Danny rolled his eyes. "Since you are such good friends now, you can clean him up while I clean the food explosion on the table."

Steve took Charlie with a grin. He was glad that he already had a little experience with his niece, so a baby in his arms didn't feel that out of place. He even dared to bounce him a bit to get another toothless grin. "He just feels threatened by our new bond," he informs little Charlie when he looked at his Da over Steve's shoulder as he went.

"No bad words!" Danny called after them on their way to the bathroom.

Steve grinned but didn't answer his partner, instead he focused on Charlie. "I know something way better. Can you say Steve?" he asked. "Steeeve." He tried to talk as clear and understandable as possible. "Steve."

Charlie grinned.

"Don't worry, we'll get there."