The Preparations
The Preparations
Rating: PG
Universe: Senior Year in Pineapple Hell
A/N: *Princess
Danny yawned as he drank his coffee, desperately trying to wake himself up before Steve got there.
It was Grace’s birthday and he had too much to do, though now he was actually glad that Steve had offered to help months ago.
He never figured the guy would actually do it though-McGarrett was odd in more than a few ways but most of them were good.
He’d made the pizza dough with Grace’s help last night, sliced and shredded the Pepperoni and Cheese, diced Mushrooms and Olives, cut up-he grimaced-pineapple and peppers; everything was ready.
He couldn’t believe the geek had somehow managed to get his Dad to okay them having the party at their house on their beach.
Danny was scrubbing a towel through his blond hair, which was getting lighter to longer he stayed here, when he heard the knock signaling Steve’s arrival.
Steve bounced on his toes as he waited for Danno to open the door-the blond may have put up a fuss every time he used that name but that didn’t stop him from using it while they were only among friends and family-eager for the day to get underway, excited to give Grace her birthday present and give her the best birthday ever.
The brunette’s mouth went dry when Danny opened the door in nothing but some stray water droplets, black board shorts, and a towel in hand.
Oh Damn. He was in trouble.
“Hey, you’re here,” he swallowed hard and followed the blond into the house as he continued to dry off, “Grace is still asleep and I have most of the food prepared, we just have to pack it up with the decorations and presents I got her and take it over there. You sure you have the cake done and everything?”
Steve nodded and grunted an affirmative as he got a glass of juice from the fridge, “Yeah, I asked Kono’s Gran if she would make the cake and some other sweets, and since Kono helped when you said she could come, she didn’t even charge me anything except for the ingredients.”
“Really? You didn’t have to pay for it, I would have-“
“Come on now Danno, when have I let you do everything on your own?”
The blond scowled, “Haven’t I told you not to use Grace’s name for me?”
“Yeah, but at least I only use it around friends and family and not at school, besides, it a term of endearment, like Jersey. It just means I like you.”
Danny sighed, “A term of endearment, huh? I can live with that I suppose. What all did you ask Kono and her grandma to make?”
“Just some cocoa puffs, malasadas-since I know how much you like those-a Guava cake, and chocolate and butter mochi.”
Danny stared at him in shock, his eyes wide, “You’ve never been around little kids with lots of sugar have you? Even three year olds are horrible with that much sugar. Factoring in Kono and Mary, do you have any idea how much of a hell its gunna be with everyone hyped on that much kiddie crack?”
Steve quirked his head to the side, “Kiddie crack? What do you mean?”
Danny closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stave off the McGarrett induced headache; he swore sometimes that for as smart as the guy was, he was just as dumb normal wise.
“Yes, kiddie crack, sugar. Because it’s white and powdery and has the same effects as crack on kids without all of the negatives with the actual substance, hence the name. Instead we get cavities, obesity, possible diabetes, and the welcomed after sugar rush crash we Parental figures yearn for after about ten minutes of the sweets induced mania. Trust me; despite the energy you have you’ll be exhausted after the party.”
Steve paused as he thought about it, finishing off the grapefruit pomegranate juice Danny seemed to favor to pineapple juice. “You know I never thought about it that way. Well it is her birthday, aren’t kids supposed to get hyped up on sugar on their birthday? I know you don’t let her have sugar much during the week, but come on, it’s her birthday.”
Danny forced back a growl, “Once a week, I let her have Shave Ice only once a week and suddenly I’m the bad guy. In every other facet of a person’s diet it has to all be lean and fat free, but Shave Ice ever day is okay.”
“Not every day.”
Danny sighed and handed the cooler full of the pizza makings, “Here, take the pizza stuff while I get her presents and the decorations loaded up. When everything is loaded up why don’t you go drop that stuff at your house and I’ll wake up Sleeping Beauty. Do you want to come and get us or should I meet you there when she’s up?”
“I’ll come get you both. Mary said she’d help put up the decorations and Kono is supposed to show up with the cake and stuff soon so she’ll have help.”
Danny made sure everything was tied securely in the back of Steve’s beat up Chevy truck, “Alright. Chin's off today, too, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Kono said she’s drag him over with her if she managed to catch him before he gets the chance to go surfing today. You know that Kono has already decided that she’s going to be teaching Grace to surf right?” The brunette leaned against the passenger side door as he watched the blonde for his reaction.
Danny just growled as he glared in the direction of the shore, then he sighed, “I know. I figured with the way she’s enamored with the water already there’d be no stopping her when she gets older. That’s why I told Kono she could give Grace a kid’s boogie board and start teaching her how to swim in open water for her birthday.” He scowled at eyebrow Steve lifted at him, “You’re still not getting me out there. Not . . . not yet, I’m still acclimating to the sand, it gets everywhere.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, Danno, whatever you say. Go get the *Kamāliʻi wahine up so she can have her party.”
Danny waved his hand at him as if he was fed up as he went inside, his back to Steve so he couldn’t see the smile on his face.
He wouldn’t have been able to stand it if the Neanderthal figured out he was beginning to pick up on the language, the idiot would start to get the idea he wanted to be Kama’aina eventually.
Fat chance of that ever happening . . . well it would have been, until he met that confusing, contradicting man. He seemed to have actually found a reason not to move back to New Jersey after he graduated and was allowed to take custody of Grace.
Rating: PG
Universe: Senior Year in Pineapple Hell
A/N: *Princess
Danny yawned as he drank his coffee, desperately trying to wake himself up before Steve got there.
It was Grace’s birthday and he had too much to do, though now he was actually glad that Steve had offered to help months ago.
He never figured the guy would actually do it though-McGarrett was odd in more than a few ways but most of them were good.
He’d made the pizza dough with Grace’s help last night, sliced and shredded the Pepperoni and Cheese, diced Mushrooms and Olives, cut up-he grimaced-pineapple and peppers; everything was ready.
He couldn’t believe the geek had somehow managed to get his Dad to okay them having the party at their house on their beach.
Danny was scrubbing a towel through his blond hair, which was getting lighter to longer he stayed here, when he heard the knock signaling Steve’s arrival.
Steve bounced on his toes as he waited for Danno to open the door-the blond may have put up a fuss every time he used that name but that didn’t stop him from using it while they were only among friends and family-eager for the day to get underway, excited to give Grace her birthday present and give her the best birthday ever.
The brunette’s mouth went dry when Danny opened the door in nothing but some stray water droplets, black board shorts, and a towel in hand.
Oh Damn. He was in trouble.
“Hey, you’re here,” he swallowed hard and followed the blond into the house as he continued to dry off, “Grace is still asleep and I have most of the food prepared, we just have to pack it up with the decorations and presents I got her and take it over there. You sure you have the cake done and everything?”
Steve nodded and grunted an affirmative as he got a glass of juice from the fridge, “Yeah, I asked Kono’s Gran if she would make the cake and some other sweets, and since Kono helped when you said she could come, she didn’t even charge me anything except for the ingredients.”
“Really? You didn’t have to pay for it, I would have-“
“Come on now Danno, when have I let you do everything on your own?”
The blond scowled, “Haven’t I told you not to use Grace’s name for me?”
“Yeah, but at least I only use it around friends and family and not at school, besides, it a term of endearment, like Jersey. It just means I like you.”
Danny sighed, “A term of endearment, huh? I can live with that I suppose. What all did you ask Kono and her grandma to make?”
“Just some cocoa puffs, malasadas-since I know how much you like those-a Guava cake, and chocolate and butter mochi.”
Danny stared at him in shock, his eyes wide, “You’ve never been around little kids with lots of sugar have you? Even three year olds are horrible with that much sugar. Factoring in Kono and Mary, do you have any idea how much of a hell its gunna be with everyone hyped on that much kiddie crack?”
Steve quirked his head to the side, “Kiddie crack? What do you mean?”
Danny closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stave off the McGarrett induced headache; he swore sometimes that for as smart as the guy was, he was just as dumb normal wise.
“Yes, kiddie crack, sugar. Because it’s white and powdery and has the same effects as crack on kids without all of the negatives with the actual substance, hence the name. Instead we get cavities, obesity, possible diabetes, and the welcomed after sugar rush crash we Parental figures yearn for after about ten minutes of the sweets induced mania. Trust me; despite the energy you have you’ll be exhausted after the party.”
Steve paused as he thought about it, finishing off the grapefruit pomegranate juice Danny seemed to favor to pineapple juice. “You know I never thought about it that way. Well it is her birthday, aren’t kids supposed to get hyped up on sugar on their birthday? I know you don’t let her have sugar much during the week, but come on, it’s her birthday.”
Danny forced back a growl, “Once a week, I let her have Shave Ice only once a week and suddenly I’m the bad guy. In every other facet of a person’s diet it has to all be lean and fat free, but Shave Ice ever day is okay.”
“Not every day.”
Danny sighed and handed the cooler full of the pizza makings, “Here, take the pizza stuff while I get her presents and the decorations loaded up. When everything is loaded up why don’t you go drop that stuff at your house and I’ll wake up Sleeping Beauty. Do you want to come and get us or should I meet you there when she’s up?”
“I’ll come get you both. Mary said she’d help put up the decorations and Kono is supposed to show up with the cake and stuff soon so she’ll have help.”
Danny made sure everything was tied securely in the back of Steve’s beat up Chevy truck, “Alright. Chin's off today, too, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, Kono said she’s drag him over with her if she managed to catch him before he gets the chance to go surfing today. You know that Kono has already decided that she’s going to be teaching Grace to surf right?” The brunette leaned against the passenger side door as he watched the blonde for his reaction.
Danny just growled as he glared in the direction of the shore, then he sighed, “I know. I figured with the way she’s enamored with the water already there’d be no stopping her when she gets older. That’s why I told Kono she could give Grace a kid’s boogie board and start teaching her how to swim in open water for her birthday.” He scowled at eyebrow Steve lifted at him, “You’re still not getting me out there. Not . . . not yet, I’m still acclimating to the sand, it gets everywhere.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say, Danno, whatever you say. Go get the *Kamāliʻi wahine up so she can have her party.”
Danny waved his hand at him as if he was fed up as he went inside, his back to Steve so he couldn’t see the smile on his face.
He wouldn’t have been able to stand it if the Neanderthal figured out he was beginning to pick up on the language, the idiot would start to get the idea he wanted to be Kama’aina eventually.
Fat chance of that ever happening . . . well it would have been, until he met that confusing, contradicting man. He seemed to have actually found a reason not to move back to New Jersey after he graduated and was allowed to take custody of Grace.