D/L prompt 13 'Parenting'
Title: Parenting
Author/Artist: kcatlin
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Fandom: CSI: NY
Theme: 13. Smile for the camera
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em.
A/N: This was written for 10_fashions
“Isabel Maria, Sophia Ann,” Lindsay warned her twin girls. They stopped fidgeting with their dress hems and laid their hands in their laps.
Danny stood behind his wife in the small studio space, helping to keep his toddler son Timothy steady on the small pillar he was given to sit on. He had managed to keep his clothes and face fairly clean to the surprise of his parents.
“Dada, bwight,” he babbled lifting his arm in the direction of the bright studio light.
“I know, bud. We are almost done though, k?” he smiled, pushing his sons arm down. Danny looked down at his twin girls and saw them starting to fidget again. “Montana,” he bent down, “We sure today is a good day for this?”
Sighing, “Danny, we are here already. The kids are dressed. We are just waiting for the photographer...”
“Now this is a gorgeous family picture,” the photographer cut her off, then taking his position behind the mounted camera. “Smile for the camera.”
In unison, all 5 smiled huge smiles. The bright studio bulbs went off, momentarily blinding them.
“Okay,” the photographer said, “Let me show mommy and daddy the proof to see if it is what they want.”
Then a phone went off, “Uhoh,” Lindsay pulled her phone out of her purse, “I knew I was gonna get called in today.” She looked at the phone sure enough it read ‘Angell’. “Hey Jess,” she said as she looked at the proof the photographer had handed her, “Alright, give me 20 minutes.” She snapped the phone shut, “I like it.”
She kissed her daughters on the head, her son on the cheek and Danny on the lips, “You going to be okay?”
“Montana, I am perfectly capable of getting my own kids home,” he grinned at her, tucking his son in the stroller as if showing he could handle it.
She grinned at him, “Love you.”
“Love you too. Now go catch some bad guys,” he slapped her butt as she passed.
“Bye momma,” her kids all said.
Danny watched to make sure she left, “I don’t know about you guys, but daddy is in the mood for some McDonald’s french fries and cheese burgers.”
Their little faces light up, “YAY!” all three squealed.
Lindsay didn’t like the kids having all that grease. But that is what daddy’s where for, spoiling the kids.
“Daddy,” Isabella whined, “She has my toy.”
“Do not,” Sophia defended herself.
“Do to,” Isabella shot back, trying to snatch the toy away.
Danny was on the other side of the table trying to get his now very cranky son to finish eating. Then Isabella started crying.
“Issy, you two have the same toy,” Danny tried soothing. He reached inside the paper bag and pulled out the other plastic wrapped toy, “See.”
“She took my toy out of my bag,” she pouted stubbornly.
Feeling his phone vibrate, he tried shushing the kids.
“Hey baby,” he smiled into the phone.
“You took them to McDonald’s didn’t you?” she teased into the phone. She could clearly hear the bickering in the back ground.
“Maybe,” he said softly.
Before Danny realized it the girls had gotten up and where pulling the phone out of his hand.
“Hi momma,” Isabella said, then after a few moments, “Yes momma,” she passed the phone to her sister and sat back down.
“Hey momma,” Sophia squealed, then after a few moments, “Yes momma,” passed the phone back to Danny. Then just like her sister, sat back down and finished eating.
Danny looked at his girls in amused shock, “What did you say to them?”
“See cowboy, I have my mommy secrets,” she smirked into the phone.
“Oh really?” he smirked back.
“I just told the girls if they didn’t stop fighting right now, they won’t have any computer time today or tomorrow,” Lindsay said.
“That’s gonna work?”
“You know all those posters and videos that the girl’s have in their room. All the stuff they just have to have, with Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brother’s on it?”
He groaned.
“They LOVE to watch their video’s online, and get the latest gossip about them,” Lindsay said.
Danny smirked into the phone, “I think you are an evil genius Montana.”
“That’s why you married me,” she agreed.