~Five years later~

"Steve McGarrett, you shameless troll of a caveman!" Danny cried out, incensed. His mate of a Sentinel was cackling unrepentantly as he sped up the trail. Danny growled as he picked up the pace to catch up.

Steve took the whole family hiking at the ass-crack-of-dawn up to a famous lookout site in Oahu. There are some hidden gems up there – where hikers can take in the breathtaking view and took wonderful pictures. There are a few picnic spots as well, and Steve swore to his ancestors that there is an eatery nearby. A hidden café, that let you dined surrounded by the lush forest, running stream and picturesque vistas, which they will visit later.

Hiking and trekking were a normal hobby for the whole family at this point. Steve loves to take them to various hiking trails whenever he was not busy. Danny contributed it to that there was a reason why their spirits animals being what they are. Their habitat being a predominantly forestry-woodland inclined creatures and all. So, hiking was something they like to do often, when they're not swimming to their heart's content, that is.

But, you know, they're the McGarretts, yeah. And they are a bunch of competitive people with a tendency to be sore losers. Battle royale has been created for less!

Danny was up ahead. Jogging leisurely as the trail became a bit of a steep climb. He intended to take it easy – and maybe not accidentally dislocate his ankle or something. It was that steep, even with paved walkway. When suddenly, some sneaky ninja superSeal of a Sentinel decided to be mischievous as he overtake Danny in lightning speed.

You want to know what he did?

That Neanderthal Animal cop a feel!

Yeap. That idiot dared to cop a feel! In public! In full view of their children! And it was not a light grope too. A full-blown grope, right in the middle of his behind with that wily finger trying to – ahem – You know… down there.

What did he do in the past life to deserve this, huh? Seriously!

Danny yelped, and then gasped, at the audacity of his mate as he stood frozen. His face red to the tip of his ears. Someone will be sleeping on the couch tonight. He swear it.

Ronan groaned as he trotted by. He saw that. Well, they all did. Him and his siblings could do with less public display of affection so early in the morning, please and thank you. "Oh, for Gods' sakes." He mumbled exasperatedly. Then, slightly louder, he said cheekily as he bypassed Danny. "Keep up, Danno."

"Yeah, Danno. Keep up." Adrian agreed as he manoeuvred around Danny. Not breaking his pace.

"Tortoise, Danno," Mira teased shamelessly as she sped by. Grace burst out laughing besides her.

Danny gasped loudly, scandalised. Then, he spluttered. No respect from his family. No respect. "Excuse you. I'll have you know – the tortoise won the race! And where did you learn all these cheeks, huh. I did not teach you that. Must have got them from your father." Danny babbled, affronted. Just because he liked to drink carrot juice, doesn't make him a rabbit. The nerve. He quickly scampered after them. Easily overtaking the kids as he ran up to his mate, who was waiting for them up ahead.

"Now, Danno. You know very well we learn them from you. We did not learn it from dad." Grace said with all the innocent she could muster. She did not fool Danny one bit.

"Ha ha. You're not funny, Monkey." Danny huffed over his shoulder.

"We love you, Danno." The kids chorus in unison. The sound of their laughter brought as smile to Danny's face.

They continued their hike, until they reach the intended destination at the top of the mountain.

Steve was already at the lookout point and was admiring the view. Looking at the island in its entirety. Danny came up behind his mate and hugged Steve from behind. Hands encircled his waist as Danny laid tiny kisses between Steve's shoulder blades. Steve grasped one of Danny's hands, tenderly. He kissed the hand reverently, as he was wont to do.

Danny step aside, gazing at the landscape before him, impressed by the beauty that surrounded the – what he'd dubbed – pineapple infested of an island. "So, this is what you want me to see, huh?" Danny gestured at the view around him with his hand.

Steve beamed at his mate. He kissed the side of Danny's temple as he answered. "Yeah, Danny. This is what I want you to see."

And what a view it was too. The sweeping vistas was magnificent. From the mountain range with its cliffs, to the valleys, all the way to the clear deep blue sea. It was the epitome of a scenic landscape that inspired many artwork.

It was this gorgeous view that Steve wanted his pups to see. Their ancestral land. Their homeland. Their heritage.

And if the sites have some deep Hawaiian history – all the better. As Steve and his pups are a bit of a history buffs. And Steve can go on for hours regaling the tales of it. Their current favourite was the Battle of Nu'uanu. Which was why Steve took them hiking to this lookout point.

As they both was enjoying the view, feeling pleased, happy and content. Danny can't help remembering what brought them to this island.

After they met and bonded at the retreat, they all went back to Steve's house for Danny to meet with Aunt Deborah, or Aunt Deb as she preferred to be called, before all of them making their way to New Jersey to introduced themselves to the Williams' family. It was a joyful occasion and a very, very welcoming one. The Williams threw a huge party in elation and everyone attended, even his colleagues at the precinct.

But Steve was still with the Navy, primarily based at San Diego. He would have requested to transfer station for Danny, but Danny doesn't have the heart to ask that of his beautiful Sentinel. Plus, deep down, Danny doesn't feel at home in New Jersey anymore. While the time away had done him and Grace some good, ultimately, they felt like they have outgrown the place and it was time for Danny to start fresh at a new place. So, with his family's blessing, Danny transferred to San Diego Police Department.

After doing one last mission – a major critical assignment that hinted at Steve taking down a number of very high-profile crime bosses and successfully dismantling their entire network – that earned him a well-deserved promotion and a raised in rank, Steve went back to non-combatant posting. See, Danny once asked his Sentinel what exactly his job's posting was… His mate said it was just BaseCom. Just BaseCom, really? Danny called bullshit. He knew his mate well enough that he had figured out that his Sentinel was an Intelligence Officer and Linguist. Maybe even a Navy Operations Specialist. His beloved idiot mate has a security clearance that was way too high and his entire file to be extremely classified and totally redacted; to simply be a Base-Communicator. There were times he caught his mate doing classified paperwork and intel, even if it was just translating. His mate knew far too many languages – Steve knew a total of nine languages on the last count – that it make Danny's head spin.

Steve won't tell Danny why he went back to his previous posting, but Danny has his suspicion. Bonded pair – especially when the other pair are a civilian – were no longer eligible for deployment. No sentinel would want to be parted with their guide long term. It's unfeasible. Steve nearly went into a deep zone with the last mission because he was separated from his bonded so soon after the bonding. Steve could forego it all together, but the mission turned out to be too critical and too important for him to leave it unfinished. Steve loathed to leave it half way and agreed to complete it as his last assignment before the transfer.

Danny wasn't one-hundred percent sure – but he has the inkling that that last assignment has ties with Victor Hesse, the perp that targeted Steve's pups. Steve won't talk about it – clamp up and being all moody and stoic about it. It was Steve's Aunt Deb that told him what happened and why Steve was at the retreat in the first place. But Danny like to think he knew his Sentinel by then, knew that Steve would not let any threat to his family, his pride, his pack, to go unpunished. If – whatever he was doing for the Navy – have any connections with Victor Hesse, Steve would burn the world and salted the Earth to be rid of them. He would want to be very thorough. Steve refused to let any enemy come for his family again. And his instinct demanded that satisfaction, to put it lightly.

To state it plainly. It was a Sentinel Hunt. Though, how Steve swing that to whoever in charge, Danny has no clue.

Nearly four years after they bonded, the winds of change blew once more and this time, one of Danny's early cases came back to bite him on his backside. It nearly do him in. He was hospitalised for a month solid. Steve was beyond furious and very nearly wanted to go hunting again as the result. Not long after that debacle, an opportunity was presented to them – came from the Primes themselves! – that required them to migrate to Hawaii.

Steve was sceptical and very, very, very reluctant to even consider said opportunity. Everyone who is everyone who knew him, knew just why he was unwilling to consider. But the opportunity given was too good to pass up. So, after much – dragging – deliberation, Steve agreed – with a few caveats.

Steve will accept the opportunity presented to him by the Primes provided they – him and Danny – was allowed to continue with their current profession and run his own island wide special taskforce. A major crime's taskforce to help curb the crimes in Hawaii.

There were a few reasons for this. The first was because Danny was not willing to retire from law enforcement just yet. Even with his close call recently, he still wanted to be out there protecting the streets. Steve adored his mate for it – which was why he's creating the taskforce. Second, Steve wanted this taskforce to be a buffer. A way for any Navy personnel to slowly re-civilised themselves as they transition from strictly military to civilian. A middle ground as it were. This will also supply them with people for the taskforce. Especially if they came from Navy Seals' Special Branch – some of Steve's teammates wanted to retire from active combat but aren't sure if they could stop completely since they've been in the Navy for so long. And last but not least, Hawaii has always been a hotbed for any terrorist or major crime's activity, given its geographic location. It droved Steve crazy when he thought his territory was not secured as he would have like. With the taskforce, Steve had hope to reduce the crime rate to a nil.

Danny's Neanderthal-of-a-Sentinel did not fool him one bit. The taskforce was Steve's way to make sure his precious Guide will be safe and have lots and lots protection and people to watch his back. Why do you think half of the manpower was full of Navy Sentinels? If it helped his Navy buddies was just a bonus.

Steve has plans. So many plans. He also wanted to do four-five things at the same time if he could get away with it. Danny had ranted fiercely at the preposterous notion. Accepting the Primes' proposal and running the taskforce is a lot already, thank you very much.

Make no mistake. Steve is still with the Navy. Still very much an active Naval personnel and has no intention of stopping. It was not a full-time job, considering his future position by the Primes, thank the Gods. But it was one job too many! It frustrated Danny to no end.

It was a good thing that the Primes' aforementioned appointment won't go into effect yet any time soon. They'll only inherited the position after the current heads retired in a few years. Maybe in a decade, tops. By then, Danny is hoping he can persuade his mate to stick to one job.

It took some time before they moved to the sunny isle. They needed to find a house and Steve have paperwork to be done before he can permanently be based at the island. Despite that, Steve managed to find time to stop by Honolulu and looked for a house.

Steve ended snapping up an eight-bedrooms, nine-thousand square feet of living space, ocean-front estate with hand-crafted wood panelling and a covered-open lanai, a wide swimming pool – perfect for their little Guppies – that moniker included Gracie now, unfortunately, and it stuck! – with a large yard and a built-in covered barbeque and outdoor dining area. It has an obstructed and panoramic view of the horizon. The location was perfect for avid swimmers like his Neanderthal of a sentinel – Steve swore their location has calmer waves, so it's safe for their Guppies too. It also has a detached four-car garage – that can park eight cars all together.

Danny knew his lovable idiot sentinel. It was the hand-crafted dark-wood panelling and an open beam-custom vaulted ceiling that Steve has fallen in love with. The open floor plan was seamless and it transitioned smoothly between the indoor-outdoor living. The direct and an easy access to the ocean was definitely a factor too. Bonus about the house, and it was the thing that he absolutely loves, was the large gourmet kitchen. It was so big that it has two islands!

Well, you can take his mate out of Hawaii, but you can never take the Hawaii out of his mate… Steve was most excited in telling him that most materials in the house was locally sourced.

The price on the house was exorbitant. It was a single digit's millions thankfully, but still outrageously expensive, even with negotiated-reduced price. Danny checked the market price – for a house that size, it was usually a double digits millions!

Why Steve managed to snagged so cheap? Because the house needed some serious overhaul.

The house has a solid foundation and structure. The architecture was superb and the aesthetic was very nice. The downside – it needed some renovations and touch-ups, some part of the house totally needed an upgrade, it has flaws that needed some work soonest possible. The furnishings were a little dated – all those curtains and carpets have got to go, no offense to the previous owner – and needed to be revamped, which suited them just fine. They needed to decorate it to their taste anyway. And the most important of all – they needed to retrofitted it to make it Sentinel-Friendly.

Danny was forever grateful for the advised from his brother about investing on the side. They couldn't afford everything on this super expensive island, otherwise.

Danny won't say it out loud. At least he won't admit it to his mate. But he was glad that Steve got connections on the island. Steve knew a lot of people. One of them worked in real estate and pointed out a potential property that has just came up on the market. The house used to belong to an old couple, and after said couple passed away, the descendants – who are all living on the mainland and has no plans of returning – wanted to sell off the property quickly. Steve was more than happy to take it off their hands. Steve also knew someone, who has a cousin, who knew someone, that has a friend that owned an interior design company and has a good reputation with solid construction network – that Steve commissioned to fixed-up their house at a reasonable price; even if their correspondence was mostly done by email. Something about Kamaʻāina?

Again, Danny would like to remind that it took them about a year before they can move to Hawaii, yeah. Plenty of time to get the house's done.

Despite all odds – and no matter how much he ranted about the heat, the stormy weather when in season, and the abomination that is pineapple on pizza – This is where Steve and Danny have been offered a position and Danny had followed, again. The islands grew on him – it's where his Sentinel was born and raised, okay, so shush. He's not happy being besieged by water on all sides, but there's something about the islands that was pleasant to him. It has nothing to do with how happy Steve is and how wide his smile was when he took his family touring the island. Nope. Got nothing to do with it at all.

"I still can't believe you knew Jim Ellison," Danny told his sentinel, dryly. The topic came out of nowhere that Steve looked at him questionably. Danny shakes his head ruefully. "How the… how did that happened, huh? How did you know him so well, that the Primes was present when I woke up in the hospital?"

And wasn't that a surprised. The Primes was there at the hospital once Danny woke up from his medically induced coma, that time that he nearly got kill. He can't remember the detail clearly. Something about preventing his mate going feral? It was a shocking enough sight that Danny was too tired to questioned.

Steve looked sheepish. "Well, at one point in my life, I nearly let go of my dream of joining the Navy. Jim was at the centre I was at and help me sort through my feelings. The talk helped."

Danny was gaping mock-incredulously. His mate? His Sentinel? Not in the Navy?! "You? Not joining the Navy? Oh my goodness! The world is ending!" Danny pretended to swoon dramatically.

Steve growled, sounded very much like his wolf counterpart, and nip Danny on junction of his neck. "Behave."

Any other day, Danny would have replied to that remark with a, "Make me." What followed after usually left them both sated and satisfied and Steve with all kinds of smug. Alas, this was not the time and place. From the looked of it, Steve was thinking the same thing. His eyes darkened as he leered at his Guide. Danny snickered. He stole a kiss from his Sentinel just because he can.

"Is that why Prime Ellison was keeping an eye on you? Why he was very strict with you on your training. He must have known!" Danny told Steve, conspiratorially. He stole another kiss from his mate just for the heck of it. Steve never complained.

Steve blushed. Actually blushed. "Well. No. That was just a coincident that we meet again for training. It was Shaman Sandburg who had a vision. And when Blair had a vision, Jim paid attention, yeah."

Danny hummed knowingly at his Sentinel. Despite what Steve said, if the Prime-Sentinel only knew Steve mostly through the Prime's special training, the Prime pair won't make a personal visit when Steve nearly went feral in catastrophic proportions. They most certainly won't suggest an opportunity for them to consider if Steve was just every other Sentinel. The position that they offered, came with a great responsibility and with a heck lot of trust.

But whatever. The day was nice. The weather was cool and windy. And Danny was very much enjoying their outing.

Steve and Danny leisurely explored the site. They strolled calmly, keeping an eye on their Guppies, whom had commandeered one of the tables at the designated resting area. They have seen the kids crowded the Fact's description. Now, they are debating and argumentating about what they've just read. "Is Eric joining us here in Hawaii?"

Danny grimaced. He hummed in assent absentmindedly. His thoughts went down another memory lane.

Eric's situation was a messy affair. Eric came online as a Guide to the surprised of their entire Williams clan. Stella, his mother, did not divulge with them of Eric's status. So, they all assumed he skipped the bloodline. The problem was the manner how he came online. Eric came online under a stressor. And the stressor itself was Stella.

As it turned out, Stella blamed Eric for Russo Senior to walked out on them. She didn't say it outright, but her feelings and behaviour must have indicated such. It's why Eric has been acting out ever since his father left. Latent or not, Eric could pick up on Stella's negative emotions. It all came to a head when after an argument between him and his mother, Stella snapped, and told Eric that it was all his fault. The shock and confirmation of what he subconsciously knew caused him to came active.

The SGC got involved. And Stella was arrested because, she was still screaming profanities at Eric even when he was nearly catatonic when help arrived. To make long story short, Stella lost custody of Eric and was committed to a psychiatric ward for her mental breakdown. Instead of staying with the Williams clan, Eric chose to stay with Danny.

So, Eric joined their household. He got along great with Steve's pups. Somehow, prank wars were created and the boys kept pranking each other. Mira, being the queen that she is, found the whole thing hilarious and would team up with Grace to get back at the boys. Don't ask how she replaced the hair conditioner with hair dye and glitter. Danny doesn't want to know nor was he interested with the reason behind that prank.

Eric got on well with Steve. Steve would take Eric out whenever he had the time when Eric first came to them. Usually, it's with an outdoor activity, such as hiking. It was just the two of them. Danny never pried, but he got the feeling that Steve helped soothed some of Eric's negative emotions. Even at home, they would talk privately – sometimes for long period. Eric needed someone he can depend on, and Danny was grateful towards his mate for taking up the task.

Despite it all, Eric does love his mother. He would visit his mother twice a year at the institution. But their relationship was very strained. Every time they met, while they talk civilly, the tension was palpable. She was cold towards him and her dissonance was harsh against his psionic barriers. Eric didn't say it, but he fears that soon, his relation with his mother would be nonexistence. He's currently back in New Jersey for a visit and was scheduled to fly in in a few days.

Like he said, it was a messy affair. "Yeap. He'll join us here. We still have custody. And Eric doesn't want it to change. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Eric would adore being in Hawaii as much as we did. He was looking forward to professionally ride the waves here, after all."

And being a marine biologist. Danny chucked it up for Steve being an influence. It might have something to do with Eric's Otter Spirit Animal too. Actually, Danny totally blamed his Neanderthal. He had complained loudly when Steve taught Eric and their Guppies how to surfed. Eric didn't start joining Surf Competitions until after he saw Steve rode a giant wave one time.

Why was he the only one with a land-based for a spirit animal while his Monkey and his nephew were both sea-based creatures?

Oh, and… Speaking of another family's affairs…

Don't get Danny started on the mess that was John McGarrett. He had heard the whole story behind his father-in-law's odd unacceptance of his grandchildren. How Steve saw it necessary to have the restraining order for protection of his children. But it has been a decade. And they are all in Hawaii now. Bumping into each other is bound to happen.

Unfortunately, nothing has change in that quarter. Steve refused to consider to have his father in his, and his children's, lives. The restraining order still stands and reconciliation are non-existent.

See, Danny understood why Steve won't give John a chance. This isn't about Steve holding on to a grudge – though he could hold a permanent grudge if he has a solid cause. No. this isn't about a grudge.

To Steve, he and Mary deserve better. They deserve better than the shits that their father heaped on them. The trauma they suffered because of him. The lies he fed them. Steve refused to allow John's empty justification to weight on him. And he most certainly won't let John's negativity, his rejection, anywhere near his pups.

So, Steve cut ties. More for his peace of mind and his family's wellbeing.

To say nothing that John still lives at Piikoi Street and still pretty much cruising around Honolulu and shops at local joints – to not see him is impossible.

Danny turned around, facing Steve, and smiled seductively at his Sentinel. "Hey, babe. What are the urban legends surrounding this part of the woods in regards to PDA?"

Steve stared his Guide, utterly bewildered. "What?" His voiced came out weakly at the scandalised suggestion.

"Think the Hawaiian Gods will smite us if we make out heavily?" Danny purred. "There's a lot of trees to cover us. Or will they take it as a tribute?"

Steve's eyes darkened and he want. Gods, how he wanted to give in. Give Danny what he asked for. Pinned Danny against a tree and ravished him until he climaxed. Nothing but the best for his Danno. "Daniel Lucia Williams. Look at you. Suggesting we sneak away for a little quickie. What brought this on? Where is my passionate yet well-mannered, rule abiding mate has gone?" said Steve, huskily. He can definitely get behind the idea of a quickie. Would love to, really. More than anything. But, see, they are in a forest, yeah. They can be a hotspot for any mythical and paranormal energy. Especially if it's an ancient site. They usually have protectors. Even in broad daylight. He did not want to unwittingly offended any of its guardians. And he is not talking about the Night Marchers.

Danny pouted. His lips jutted in the way that he knew drove Steve to distraction. It makes Steve wanted to kiss them red and puffy. "I am happily married and my mate worships me and won't deny me anything. I want my daily dose of make-out session!" After a dramatic short paused, Danny glared. "And don't call me Lucia!" Danny murmured. Just because it was his Italian grandmother's name. Honestly!

Steve smirked, amused by Danny's distaste of his feminine middle name. He doesn't understand why Danny kept denying it. It means 'Light' in Latin. And Danny is definitely Steve's light, apart from his pups. Steve stole a kiss from his sulky-mate. Purely for proprietary's sake. Danny sighed into the kiss in bliss.

Alright. Alright. Danny admitted he was addicted to his mate's kisses. You can't blame him. Steve, his amorous Sentinel, would use his senses to make sure Danny forget about the world every time they kiss. Steve took pleasure when Danny's mind went blank and looked proud with himself afterward. It was a game to Steve. Something about a personal record to make Danny the happiest and most satisfied? His mate was silly like that.

"You know… all this hiking, makes me hungry for something sweet." Danny said flippantly.

Steve accidentally snorted hearing that. "You just wanted Freddie's cookies and cream puffs, aren't you?"

Danny looked far too innocent to be believed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"And I bet you want a cheese cake too?" Steve continued, smiling.

"Excuse you. Apple pie, Steven. Apple pie!" Danny huffed.

Steve chuckled and shook his head in mirth.

Freddie Hart is Steve's best friend ever since he joined the Navy. Freddie is mundane and he was on a different Seal team than Steve's. They sometimes have a joint mission together. Freddie has just been honourably discharged. He had a close call on his last mission that nearly cost him his life and Freddie decided that he's done with deployment. He and Kelly wanted to start a family now. He moved to Hawaii for a more pleasant climate at Steve's behest – read: at Steve's incessant urging because Freddie is part of his tribe and Steve refused to have him so far away after that narrowing scare.

"I still can't believe he's opening a small bakery business. Who would have thought a guy as macho as Freddie Hart is a big giant softy for anything sugar. I worry for his health!" Danny commented, cheekily. He knew how Steve get when excessive sugar was mentioned. Danny can't help teasing his mate with it.

Steve's eyes narrowed. He knew it was a jab at him. "This came from you who generally ate doughnuts for lunch? I'm having a heart attack just thinking about it."

Danny pouted playfully. "It's not so bad. His apple pie is heavenly and his cream puffs is to die for. And the Malasadas was your fault." Yeap. It was Steve's fault. Ever since they mated, Steve was adamant to introduced him to anything Hawaiian. Especially its cuisine. He didn't know how Steve done it, but he managed to get his hands on Malasadas in San Diego. And Danny, who was weak for doughnuts couldn't resist, no matter how much he blustered about Hawaii's palate. The rest was history. Much to his idiot mate's joy.

That was how they found out Freddie's innate talent for baking. Unlike Steve, Freddie did not go into Navy reserve. He couldn't. So, after he was discharged, Freddie had lamented about his future prospect. One day, he dropped by their house, bringing his very own home-baked goods, a container full of Choux Buns that he baked in abundance, and that was what started his small business.

Just thinking of Freddie's cream pastry that said man love to provide for them was enough to get Danny salivating and drooling. Freddie makes a mean cream puff. Steve's bestie and brother in arms was not stingy with the filling and it was very flavoursome and fulfilling that it makes the slightly higher price on Freddie's bakery goods was so worth it. For that alone, he's one of Danny's new favourite people.

Danny pressed himself closer to his mate. Completely flushed. Steve's strong arms encircled him. Trapped him in a warm and loving embraced. He can't believe how lucky he was with having such attentive and caring mate. "Now, mister soon-to-be Alpha-Sentinel of Hawaii…. you do know as a representative of the SGC, you have to wear a tie, right?" Danny told him playfully, while beaming up at him. He can't wait to see Steve with a tie. His mate always looked resplendent in a suit. It was one of Danny's indulgences. An admiration for his eyes only. The tie was just another way for Danny to tease Steve. As much as his mate was not fond of a tie, he would wear them to please him.

Steve smiled, looking deeply at his Guide. He kissed Danny tenderly. Long, deep and meaningful. He let the bond tell his sweet mate how much he loves him. Saturate it fully with the deepest love and adoration. They broke apart, and Danny looked at his mate with love and vulnerability. Steve can't help but kiss him again. Passionately this time.

"Eww. Dads. Come on. Aren't you done smooching yet?" Adrian whined, covering his eyes with both his hands. "How many times they kiss already? I've lost count."

Ronan sighed heavily, mumbling something about eight kisses – and that did not count the grope and the breakfast kisses earlier. Beside him, Grace just took a picture of that kiss. She got a good shot. With the rising sun, it bathed their dads dramatically. This picture is going to her collection for anniversary gifts.

"M-preg is not a thing, right? I mean, it's not possible? Are we sure we do not have a younger sibling or two tuck away somewhere? You know, with how much love our dads emitted… Maybe another twins or triplets…" Mira voiced out contemplatively.

"Don't joke about that. I won't be surprise if we do!" Ronan chided.

Danny and Steve shared a glance, a very amused and disbelief glance, before they burst out in joyous, mirthful laughter.

~The End~