Fic: A Special Addition [Hawaii Five-0: Steve/Danny, NC-17]
Title: A Special Addition
Chapter: 3
Author: basket_ofposies
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: Overall: NC-17 // Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Danny was with child-only in this pineapple-infested hellhole could this happen.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: MPreg
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I'm trying to write this & get it out asap because I start work June 4 and then I won't have all the time in the world anymore :(
Previous Chapters: One. Two.
It had been a week since Danny broke the news to Steve. Not much had changed, really, though Steve did become a lot more affectionate and protective. Danny warned him against trying to make him take a leave of absence, and Steve reluctantly agreed, but that didn’t stop him from minimizing all potential risks at work. Danny appreciated it, even though he complained and bitched when Kono and Chin were given his assignments.
That wasn’t the only matter they had at hand; they still didn’t know how to go about telling everyone about Danny’s… condition. Chin and Kono were getting suspicious about Danny’s apparent sickness-thankfully, it had died down to just morning sickness and only on some days.
“Brah, you sure you’re alright?” Chin asked one particular day when Danny had come out of the bathroom and into the main area.
“Yeah,” Danny assured with a smile and unconsciously rubbed his stomach-it was starting to show a bit under his dress shirts.
“Getting a muffin top in your old age, Danny?” Kono teased from behind him as she walked by, pinching his side as she did so.
Danny knew she was joking, he really did, but for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling and fisted his hands together.
“...Danny?” Kono asked, worry evident in her voice. “Are you okay?”
“You…” Danny said in a shaky voice and wiped at his eyes, “You called me fat,” he finally got out, a whine hinting in his voice with a pinch of disbelief. With the words finally said, the dam broke and tears started streaming down his eyes. Danny quickly turned on his heel and stormed toward the bathroom, embarrassed at how he couldn’t control his emotions.
Chin and Kono stood around awkwardly, shocked and confused.
That’s how Steve found them when he arrived a moment later.
“Guys? What’s with you two? You look like you saw a three headed dog or something,” Steve teased as he looked through a folder that was laying on the table in front of them.
“Danny… just left crying,” Chin explained slowly, as if he didn’t understand it himself. “Because Kono... teased him for gaining some weight.”
Steve dropped the folder and narrowed his eyes at the two cousins. “Seriously? Thanks a lot!” he scolded before heading towards the bathroom, knowing Danny had gone there to cry in privacy.
Kono and Chin looked at each other, even more confused, then anger set in on Kono’s features.
“What the hell, cuz! I didn’t do anything. Danny’s acting like a pregnant lady,” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I don’t know,” Chin shook his head in defeat and went back to the file he had been looking at before. A beat passed and the two of them looked at each other again.
“No…” Kono breathed out, but her eyes had a newfound mirth in them.
“Kono…” Chin warned, his mind wrapping around the idea. “We don’t know anything. They’ll tell us in time.”
“I’m gonna be an auntie!” She cheered and nearly skipped to her office. Chin watched her go, then shot a concerned look towards the bathroom, before finally taking a seat to look over the file again.
In the bathroom, Steve was trying to talk Danny out of one of the stalls.
“Danno, c’mon, she doesn’t know,” Steve explained, trying to make his voice sound as soothing as possible. “She was just joking around. You look great.”
“No, I don’t!” Danny sobbed and buried his head in his hands. “I’m fat and ugly and gross and you hate it and you’re going to leave me, and and and-”
“Danny. Listen to me. I love you. You’re not fat, or ugly, or gross, and I’m not going anywhere. Now come out, I’ll take you home. Take the day off and relax, alright?”
Steve heard Danny unroll some toilet paper and blow his nose, then probably dried his eyes with some more paper before he opened the stall door. He stood there with puffy eyes, a red nose, and glistening tear tracks running down his cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked, his hand reaching out to hold onto Danny’s.
“Yeah,” Danny rasped out, then sniffled. “Just the hormones, I guess,” he admitted sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m just glad I wasn’t their first victim,” Steve teased and pulled Danny into a hug. “Kono and Chin are confused beyond all belief, by the way.”
Danny sighed into Steve’s shoulder before pulling away to go and wash his face. “Yeah, well, they were gonna have to find out sooner or later.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed softly and leaned against the sink Danny wasn’t using. “How about we have a barbecue this weekend? Invite everyone that should know and, well, let ‘em know?”
Danny nodded as he dried off his face with a paper towel. “Yeah, okay, sounds good, but I wanna tell Grace first, before then.”
“Of course,” Steve said with a small smile and squeezed Danny’s bicep reassuringly. “Want me to take you home?”
Danny took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror before he shook his head in response. “No, I need something to keep me busy.”
“You sure?” Steve asked, his hand coming to rest on the small of Danny’s back. “It’s okay if you need to take a break.”
“I’m fine!” Danny snapped and pulled himself away from Steve harshly, then he sighed and ran his hand down his face. “I’m sorry… I had a pretty good handle on these mood swings all week. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Steve pulled Danny into an embrace and kissed his hair. “I do. Your hormones are raging, you’re tired, you’re naturally cranky. Really, all of these together is a lethal combination.”
Danny let out a tired laugh and tilted his head up to place a kiss on Steve’s jaw. “That is no way to talk to the man carrying your baby. Here I am, carrying at least ten extra pounds because you don’t understand the phrase ‘no glove, no love’ and all you can do is insult me? Really, Steve, learn some common courtesy.”
Pleased that Danny was calm enough to rant, Steve laughed and tugged Danny towards the door. “Well stop bloating like a whale, and I’ll stop making fun of you,” he teased, hoping that Danny didn’t take offense to it.
“Common courtesy, Steven, please,” Danny huffed, agitation clear in his voice. It was the normal amount of it, though, so Steve just put on a smile and led the way out to the office.
Steve had Danny on desk-duty the rest of the day, even though the detective had protested strongly about how Steve had basically taken his testicles and put them in a jar, and he reminded him that he was not some pregnant lady or damsel in distress, and he could leave the office without the world blowing up, thank you very much. Steve had only half-listened and then just dropped another file onto Danny’s desk.
Kono was a near-constant presence in Danny’s office, and Danny would have been peeved had she not always come in with some baked good or another.
“Cocoa Puffs!” Danny exclaimed with the same glee Grace exuded on Christmas morning when Kono set her latest buy on his desk.
“Chin told me you liked them,” Kono said with a smile and straightened a stack of folders laying on Danny’s desk. “How are you feeling?”
“Excellent,” Danny mumbled out around the chocolate good in his mouth. “What’s with all this food, by the way? Not that I mind, but y’know, I have to ask. Detective instincts and all that.”
“I’m just having a good day. I wanna share it with others,” Kono shrugged, and Danny knew he should be wary of the gleam in her eyes. He was too lost in the chocolaty goodness to notice though.
Chin was more subtle with checking up on Danny. He would come in throughout the day and take a folder or two off of the pile on Danny’s desk and start filling out the case report. The two of them would talk and eat Kono’s pastries as they worked.
Danny couldn’t help but notice how Chin asked how he was feeling each time, but he didn’t mind the extra hand so he didn’t mention it.
By the end of the day, Danny was happily sated and had a stomach full of sugar and carbohydrates. A vein bulged on Steve’s forehead when he walked in at the end of the day and saw the pile of boxes that once held pastries on Danny’s desk.
“Our baby’s going to be born a sugar addict,” he muttered as he picked up the boxes and dropped them into the garbage. “Did you eat anything with nutrients, vitamins, minerals… any kind of sustenance?”
Danny pretended to think about it as he twisted back and forth in his seat, then shook his head thoughtfully. “Nope.”
“I’m starting you on a diet and a vitamin regimen,” Steve decided and grabbed Danny’s hands to pull him up and out of the seat.
“I already started the pre-natal vitamins,” Danny rolled his eyes. “And don’t even think of taking away any of my sweets. There will be hell to pay if you try to stop me from eating malasadas or any other baked good that I enjoy. I will not hesitate to go Jersey on your ass if you stand in the way of me and my sugar products.”
Steve brushed the threat off and started thinking of what he could make for dinner tonight and what he had to buy when he went grocery shopping tomorrow.
“I don’t like that face. Stop making that face. You’re planning something. Stop planning it. Steven!” Danny glared up at Steve and tugged on his ear harshly.
“Domestic violence is never the answer, Danno,” Steve teased over his shoulder as he walked out of Danny’s office. “Are you coming home or spending the night on your desk?”
“Funny,” Danny muttered under his breath and started on a rant about how killing someone with kindness never worked.
At home, Steve sat Danny down on the couch, handed him the remote, and told him to stay put while he made dinner. Danny grumbled under his breath but didn’t put up much of a fight otherwise, for which Steve was grateful for. The shorter man got comfortable on the couch and turned on a game to watch.
Dinner didn’t take too long, and Danny was wary of the suspicious sweet smell coming from the kitchen. He knew that smell. He didn’t want to smell that smell.
His mouth was salivating from that smell.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Danny said under his breath and clamped a hand over his mouth and nose, hoping that it would stop his body from betraying him, but it did him no good.
He was craving pineapple, and he could do nothing about it.
When Steve came in, he set two plates down, along with forks and knives. Danny stared at the grilled chicken sitting on top of white rice and covered in some kind of yellow, red, and green concoction.
“Is that… pineapple salsa?” Danny asked. He sounded skeptical, but his hands were working on cutting into the chicken on their own accord.
“Don’t knock it til you try it,” Steve advised as he headed back to the kitchen to get drinks for them. Danny made a noncommittal grunt and watched to make sure Steve couldn’t see before he dug in and stuffed a piece of chicken smothered in the salsa into his mouth.
By the time Steve came back, Danny’s plate was half-empty. Steve let out a whistle of appreciation as he set a bottle of water down in front of Danny. “You like it?” he asked and sat down, taking a swig of his beer.
“Uh-uh,” Danny shook his head but shoveled some more food into his mouth. He made a face at his water bottle, but took a drink and swallowed down everything in. “It’s alright,” he shrugged.
Steve smirked at Danny’s obvious lie and ate his meal at a more languid pace, watching with amusement as Danny basically scarfed down the rest of the meal.
“There’s more in the kitchen, if you want,” he informed, grinning when Danny arched an eyebrow at him. A minute later, Danny stood up and grunted something about putting his plate in the sink. Steve didn’t pull his eyes away from the TV, but he couldn’t stop the smirk that settled on his lips. He waited a bit and when Danny didn’t return, he stood up and decided to bring his own plate to the kitchen.
He expected Danny to have taken seconds, maybe thirds, but he didn’t expect Danny to be standing in front of the bowl of salsa, eating spoonfuls of it by itself. He cleared his throat and Danny looked up, looking like a deer in headlights.
“You put cocaine in this, didn’t you?” Danny accused, his spoon reluctantly dropping into the bowl.
“Um, nope, I didn’t,” Steve grinned, laughter in his voice, and set his plate down in the sink on top of Danny’s. “It’s just that good.”
Danny let out a whining sound and kept picked up the spoon to keep eating the pineapple concoction. “This isn’t good. Not good, at all. I can’t get enough!”
Steve laughed and leaned against the counter next to Danny, watching in amusement as his face took on an expression of sheer pleasure and pure disgust.
“So, the barbecue, wanna invite everyone tomorrow?” he asked when Danny finished the bowl.
Danny rubbed his stomach happily and nodded his answer. “Yeah, sure. Just promise me one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“There’ll be more of this pineapple nonsense.”
“You got it, Danno,” Steve laughed and started cleaning up the bowls and pots and he used.
“Don’t,” Danny stopped him with an almost sheepish face. His cheeks were tinged red as he cleared his throat. “…wanna make some more?”
Steve started laughing, and he couldn’t stop, even when he started making more of the salsa, when Danny threatened him with bodily harm, when Danny told him he’d be on the couch tonight.
“I’m sorry!” He laughed out and watched as Danny ate straight from the bowl again. “You… you’re craving pineapples, of all things, pineapples!”
Danny huffed and put the spoon down. “Correction, Commander, I am not craving pineapples. I snuck a piece while you were being Chef Ramsey, and it did me nothing. I am not craving that yellow demon of a fruit. I’m craving pineapple salsa, and I have you to thank for it. I would never crave for something if I didn’t know it existed! You couldn’t just let me have some weird pickles dipped in peanut butter craving, could you?”
“I’m pretty sure cravings aren’t created. This is all Baby McWilliams’ fault,” Steve smirked and rested a hand on Danny’s stomach. “He’s half mine, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Danny muttered and went back to eating his salsa.
He was never going to live this down.
Chapter: 3
Author: basket_ofposies
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: Overall: NC-17 // Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Danny was with child-only in this pineapple-infested hellhole could this happen.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: MPreg
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: I'm trying to write this & get it out asap because I start work June 4 and then I won't have all the time in the world anymore :(
Previous Chapters: One. Two.
It had been a week since Danny broke the news to Steve. Not much had changed, really, though Steve did become a lot more affectionate and protective. Danny warned him against trying to make him take a leave of absence, and Steve reluctantly agreed, but that didn’t stop him from minimizing all potential risks at work. Danny appreciated it, even though he complained and bitched when Kono and Chin were given his assignments.
That wasn’t the only matter they had at hand; they still didn’t know how to go about telling everyone about Danny’s… condition. Chin and Kono were getting suspicious about Danny’s apparent sickness-thankfully, it had died down to just morning sickness and only on some days.
“Brah, you sure you’re alright?” Chin asked one particular day when Danny had come out of the bathroom and into the main area.
“Yeah,” Danny assured with a smile and unconsciously rubbed his stomach-it was starting to show a bit under his dress shirts.
“Getting a muffin top in your old age, Danny?” Kono teased from behind him as she walked by, pinching his side as she did so.
Danny knew she was joking, he really did, but for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling and fisted his hands together.
“...Danny?” Kono asked, worry evident in her voice. “Are you okay?”
“You…” Danny said in a shaky voice and wiped at his eyes, “You called me fat,” he finally got out, a whine hinting in his voice with a pinch of disbelief. With the words finally said, the dam broke and tears started streaming down his eyes. Danny quickly turned on his heel and stormed toward the bathroom, embarrassed at how he couldn’t control his emotions.
Chin and Kono stood around awkwardly, shocked and confused.
That’s how Steve found them when he arrived a moment later.
“Guys? What’s with you two? You look like you saw a three headed dog or something,” Steve teased as he looked through a folder that was laying on the table in front of them.
“Danny… just left crying,” Chin explained slowly, as if he didn’t understand it himself. “Because Kono... teased him for gaining some weight.”
Steve dropped the folder and narrowed his eyes at the two cousins. “Seriously? Thanks a lot!” he scolded before heading towards the bathroom, knowing Danny had gone there to cry in privacy.
Kono and Chin looked at each other, even more confused, then anger set in on Kono’s features.
“What the hell, cuz! I didn’t do anything. Danny’s acting like a pregnant lady,” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I don’t know,” Chin shook his head in defeat and went back to the file he had been looking at before. A beat passed and the two of them looked at each other again.
“No…” Kono breathed out, but her eyes had a newfound mirth in them.
“Kono…” Chin warned, his mind wrapping around the idea. “We don’t know anything. They’ll tell us in time.”
“I’m gonna be an auntie!” She cheered and nearly skipped to her office. Chin watched her go, then shot a concerned look towards the bathroom, before finally taking a seat to look over the file again.
In the bathroom, Steve was trying to talk Danny out of one of the stalls.
“Danno, c’mon, she doesn’t know,” Steve explained, trying to make his voice sound as soothing as possible. “She was just joking around. You look great.”
“No, I don’t!” Danny sobbed and buried his head in his hands. “I’m fat and ugly and gross and you hate it and you’re going to leave me, and and and-”
“Danny. Listen to me. I love you. You’re not fat, or ugly, or gross, and I’m not going anywhere. Now come out, I’ll take you home. Take the day off and relax, alright?”
Steve heard Danny unroll some toilet paper and blow his nose, then probably dried his eyes with some more paper before he opened the stall door. He stood there with puffy eyes, a red nose, and glistening tear tracks running down his cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Steve asked, his hand reaching out to hold onto Danny’s.
“Yeah,” Danny rasped out, then sniffled. “Just the hormones, I guess,” he admitted sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m just glad I wasn’t their first victim,” Steve teased and pulled Danny into a hug. “Kono and Chin are confused beyond all belief, by the way.”
Danny sighed into Steve’s shoulder before pulling away to go and wash his face. “Yeah, well, they were gonna have to find out sooner or later.”
“Yeah,” Steve agreed softly and leaned against the sink Danny wasn’t using. “How about we have a barbecue this weekend? Invite everyone that should know and, well, let ‘em know?”
Danny nodded as he dried off his face with a paper towel. “Yeah, okay, sounds good, but I wanna tell Grace first, before then.”
“Of course,” Steve said with a small smile and squeezed Danny’s bicep reassuringly. “Want me to take you home?”
Danny took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror before he shook his head in response. “No, I need something to keep me busy.”
“You sure?” Steve asked, his hand coming to rest on the small of Danny’s back. “It’s okay if you need to take a break.”
“I’m fine!” Danny snapped and pulled himself away from Steve harshly, then he sighed and ran his hand down his face. “I’m sorry… I had a pretty good handle on these mood swings all week. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Steve pulled Danny into an embrace and kissed his hair. “I do. Your hormones are raging, you’re tired, you’re naturally cranky. Really, all of these together is a lethal combination.”
Danny let out a tired laugh and tilted his head up to place a kiss on Steve’s jaw. “That is no way to talk to the man carrying your baby. Here I am, carrying at least ten extra pounds because you don’t understand the phrase ‘no glove, no love’ and all you can do is insult me? Really, Steve, learn some common courtesy.”
Pleased that Danny was calm enough to rant, Steve laughed and tugged Danny towards the door. “Well stop bloating like a whale, and I’ll stop making fun of you,” he teased, hoping that Danny didn’t take offense to it.
“Common courtesy, Steven, please,” Danny huffed, agitation clear in his voice. It was the normal amount of it, though, so Steve just put on a smile and led the way out to the office.
Steve had Danny on desk-duty the rest of the day, even though the detective had protested strongly about how Steve had basically taken his testicles and put them in a jar, and he reminded him that he was not some pregnant lady or damsel in distress, and he could leave the office without the world blowing up, thank you very much. Steve had only half-listened and then just dropped another file onto Danny’s desk.
Kono was a near-constant presence in Danny’s office, and Danny would have been peeved had she not always come in with some baked good or another.
“Cocoa Puffs!” Danny exclaimed with the same glee Grace exuded on Christmas morning when Kono set her latest buy on his desk.
“Chin told me you liked them,” Kono said with a smile and straightened a stack of folders laying on Danny’s desk. “How are you feeling?”
“Excellent,” Danny mumbled out around the chocolate good in his mouth. “What’s with all this food, by the way? Not that I mind, but y’know, I have to ask. Detective instincts and all that.”
“I’m just having a good day. I wanna share it with others,” Kono shrugged, and Danny knew he should be wary of the gleam in her eyes. He was too lost in the chocolaty goodness to notice though.
Chin was more subtle with checking up on Danny. He would come in throughout the day and take a folder or two off of the pile on Danny’s desk and start filling out the case report. The two of them would talk and eat Kono’s pastries as they worked.
Danny couldn’t help but notice how Chin asked how he was feeling each time, but he didn’t mind the extra hand so he didn’t mention it.
By the end of the day, Danny was happily sated and had a stomach full of sugar and carbohydrates. A vein bulged on Steve’s forehead when he walked in at the end of the day and saw the pile of boxes that once held pastries on Danny’s desk.
“Our baby’s going to be born a sugar addict,” he muttered as he picked up the boxes and dropped them into the garbage. “Did you eat anything with nutrients, vitamins, minerals… any kind of sustenance?”
Danny pretended to think about it as he twisted back and forth in his seat, then shook his head thoughtfully. “Nope.”
“I’m starting you on a diet and a vitamin regimen,” Steve decided and grabbed Danny’s hands to pull him up and out of the seat.
“I already started the pre-natal vitamins,” Danny rolled his eyes. “And don’t even think of taking away any of my sweets. There will be hell to pay if you try to stop me from eating malasadas or any other baked good that I enjoy. I will not hesitate to go Jersey on your ass if you stand in the way of me and my sugar products.”
Steve brushed the threat off and started thinking of what he could make for dinner tonight and what he had to buy when he went grocery shopping tomorrow.
“I don’t like that face. Stop making that face. You’re planning something. Stop planning it. Steven!” Danny glared up at Steve and tugged on his ear harshly.
“Domestic violence is never the answer, Danno,” Steve teased over his shoulder as he walked out of Danny’s office. “Are you coming home or spending the night on your desk?”
“Funny,” Danny muttered under his breath and started on a rant about how killing someone with kindness never worked.
At home, Steve sat Danny down on the couch, handed him the remote, and told him to stay put while he made dinner. Danny grumbled under his breath but didn’t put up much of a fight otherwise, for which Steve was grateful for. The shorter man got comfortable on the couch and turned on a game to watch.
Dinner didn’t take too long, and Danny was wary of the suspicious sweet smell coming from the kitchen. He knew that smell. He didn’t want to smell that smell.
His mouth was salivating from that smell.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Danny said under his breath and clamped a hand over his mouth and nose, hoping that it would stop his body from betraying him, but it did him no good.
He was craving pineapple, and he could do nothing about it.
When Steve came in, he set two plates down, along with forks and knives. Danny stared at the grilled chicken sitting on top of white rice and covered in some kind of yellow, red, and green concoction.
“Is that… pineapple salsa?” Danny asked. He sounded skeptical, but his hands were working on cutting into the chicken on their own accord.
“Don’t knock it til you try it,” Steve advised as he headed back to the kitchen to get drinks for them. Danny made a noncommittal grunt and watched to make sure Steve couldn’t see before he dug in and stuffed a piece of chicken smothered in the salsa into his mouth.
By the time Steve came back, Danny’s plate was half-empty. Steve let out a whistle of appreciation as he set a bottle of water down in front of Danny. “You like it?” he asked and sat down, taking a swig of his beer.
“Uh-uh,” Danny shook his head but shoveled some more food into his mouth. He made a face at his water bottle, but took a drink and swallowed down everything in. “It’s alright,” he shrugged.
Steve smirked at Danny’s obvious lie and ate his meal at a more languid pace, watching with amusement as Danny basically scarfed down the rest of the meal.
“There’s more in the kitchen, if you want,” he informed, grinning when Danny arched an eyebrow at him. A minute later, Danny stood up and grunted something about putting his plate in the sink. Steve didn’t pull his eyes away from the TV, but he couldn’t stop the smirk that settled on his lips. He waited a bit and when Danny didn’t return, he stood up and decided to bring his own plate to the kitchen.
He expected Danny to have taken seconds, maybe thirds, but he didn’t expect Danny to be standing in front of the bowl of salsa, eating spoonfuls of it by itself. He cleared his throat and Danny looked up, looking like a deer in headlights.
“You put cocaine in this, didn’t you?” Danny accused, his spoon reluctantly dropping into the bowl.
“Um, nope, I didn’t,” Steve grinned, laughter in his voice, and set his plate down in the sink on top of Danny’s. “It’s just that good.”
Danny let out a whining sound and kept picked up the spoon to keep eating the pineapple concoction. “This isn’t good. Not good, at all. I can’t get enough!”
Steve laughed and leaned against the counter next to Danny, watching in amusement as his face took on an expression of sheer pleasure and pure disgust.
“So, the barbecue, wanna invite everyone tomorrow?” he asked when Danny finished the bowl.
Danny rubbed his stomach happily and nodded his answer. “Yeah, sure. Just promise me one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“There’ll be more of this pineapple nonsense.”
“You got it, Danno,” Steve laughed and started cleaning up the bowls and pots and he used.
“Don’t,” Danny stopped him with an almost sheepish face. His cheeks were tinged red as he cleared his throat. “…wanna make some more?”
Steve started laughing, and he couldn’t stop, even when he started making more of the salsa, when Danny threatened him with bodily harm, when Danny told him he’d be on the couch tonight.
“I’m sorry!” He laughed out and watched as Danny ate straight from the bowl again. “You… you’re craving pineapples, of all things, pineapples!”
Danny huffed and put the spoon down. “Correction, Commander, I am not craving pineapples. I snuck a piece while you were being Chef Ramsey, and it did me nothing. I am not craving that yellow demon of a fruit. I’m craving pineapple salsa, and I have you to thank for it. I would never crave for something if I didn’t know it existed! You couldn’t just let me have some weird pickles dipped in peanut butter craving, could you?”
“I’m pretty sure cravings aren’t created. This is all Baby McWilliams’ fault,” Steve smirked and rested a hand on Danny’s stomach. “He’s half mine, you know.”
“Oh, I know,” Danny muttered and went back to eating his salsa.
He was never going to live this down.