"Daniel!" Clara swept into the hotel and enveloped her son in a hug, then turned to Steve and did the same thing. "Steven!"
This wasn't the first time Steve had been subjected to a Clara Williams hug, but he still looked uncomfortable. He was just glad he'd been able to get some sleep before being subjected to it. They'd gotten in late the night before after traveling all day and gone straight to a hotel. Clara had wanted to meet them at the airport and whisk them off to the Williams house, but Danny had managed to convince her it was better for everyone if the Five-0 gang stayed in a hotel. Steve had flatly refused to come otherwise, and even Erik was grateful—Danny's edict had included him, too, and he was vastly relieved to be spared his mother for the majority of the weekend. Clara had insisted that Grace stay with them, though, which was fine by Grace. Hence, the invasion at 8 am on Saturday, which Steve had to agree with Danny was just abnormal. Yeah, he'd be up and at 'em at dawn even on a Saturday back home, but that was a whole day, a whole continent, and several time zones away.
Clara finished assaulting Grace and the rest of the team. "I don't see why you couldn't bring Charlie," she said. "I don't get to see my grandson nearly enough."
Danny sighed. "We talked about this, Ma. He's too young. It'd be too much for him."
"But Rachel took him to England," Clara pouted.
"Yes, but that was for two weeks, and it was a very relaxed pace. This is just a weekend, and he'd be on the go the whole time. Besides, Rachel said he was cranky the whole way over and back. Do you really want to put up with a grumpy five year old on top of everything else this weekend?"
"Fine," Clara conceded. "So, what are your plans for today? I thought we'd have breakfast at that place you like so much, Daniel, the one with the lox and bagels, and then I'd show all of you around where Daniel grew up, then you can come back to the house and meet the rest of the family before dinner."
Steve looked like he was about to bolt, and the others had to hide their grins.
"Ma," Danny said quickly, "don't you have things to do for tomorrow? We can take care of ourselves."
"Yes, I do have a few last minute details to take care of," Clara admitted. "Are you sure you'll be fine?"
"Positive," Danny assured her.
"Do you at least have time for breakfast? I was so hoping to spend some time catching up."
"Breakfast is fine," Danny agreed. "We were going to go there anyway."
Steve had to admit he enjoyed breakfast, despite Clara's constant prattle. It reminded him of Danny, and he was able to mostly tune it out, except for the occasional nod of agreement with whatever she was saying. The lox and bagels were as good as Danny had promised, and Steve was amused by Kono's reaction.
"What's this?" she asked dubiously, looking at her place.
"What, haven't you ever had lox and bagels before?" Danny asked incredulously.
"No," Kono said. "They don't have it in Hawaii."
"And that," Danny said, "is just one of the many things that is wrong with the islands. Not only do you not have proper lox and bagels, you have all manner of abominations, like Spam. It's just unnatural. Meat should not come out of a can."
"I like Spam," Kono said.
"Just try it," Steve urged before Danny could go off again.
Kono dubiously took a bite and broke out in a smile. "It's good," she said.
"Told you you'd like it," Danny said smugly.
From there, Danny pretty much followed what Clara had outlined, taking the group to all his favorite haunts, Eric chiming in on some of his favorite places as well. For lunch, Danny took them to his favorite pizza place. "Now, this is what real pizza is like."
"Can I have ham and pineapple on mine?" Steve asked just to wind Danny up.
"What?!" Danny spluttered. "No, you may not have ham and pineapple on yours! How many times do I have to tell you fruit does not belong on pizza? Proper pizza is sauce, dough, and moz, and pepperoni if you must"
"I prefer deep-dish myself," Lou put in.
Danny sent him a look that implied deep-dish was only slightly better than ham and pineapple. "This is Jersey. We're having pizza my way."
After lunch, Danny shepherded everybody back to the hotel for a nap. "What are we, six?" Steve complained.
"Believe me," Danny said, "you don't want to face my family unfortified."
Steve had to admit Danny had a point, so he allowed himself to be led up to the room. And if he and Danny maybe did a little more than just nap, who could blame them? It was probably the only time together they'd get all weekend.
About five, Danny woke Steve the way Steve often woke him, laying butterfly kisses on his neck. "Okay, sleepyhead, up and at 'em. Time to meet the rest of the family."
"Do I have to?" Steve whined.
"Yes, you have to," Danny informed him. "Ma will disown us if we don't."
Steve gave in, and the two men got ready. Danny had firmly decreed no cargos. He swept his eyes over Steve's dark gray slacks, black shirt, and dark gray jacket. "You clean up good, babe. You ready?"
"No," Steve said decisively.
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A/N: I couldn't resist having a little fun at Danny's expense with the food. Since he always complains about Hawaiian food, I figured turnabout was fair play. And you've got a Jersey Boy and a Chicago Boy-you know there's going to be a discussion on pizza. ;)