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If I started listing all the things the evil grandma does to drive me up the wall I'd probably come across as petty and childish and paranoid. Because they are just little things. Little jellyfishy things. Or little dumb things. Or little frustrating things. But they all accumulate into one giant ball of--
Suffice it to say that the quantity of time ( Read more... )
Steve shrugs, bracing a hand behind him on the countertop. "Just in the neighborhood. And hey, your new neighborhood isn't a shithole, so I--"
"Language," Danny says mildly. He wishes he could say it's for Grace's sake.
"I just wanted to see if your boxes were actually unpacked this time."
Danny's about to make some comment about how boxes were the only organizational tools he'd had in the old place, but then he catches the look on Steve's face and this isn't about inadequate shelving. "I'm signed to a two-year lease," he says as casually as he can manage. "Not going anywhere for a while, babe."
Steve nods, still staring a hole into the kitchen table. "Okay, well, I should probably -- you want to spend time with your family."
"You did meet her, right?" Danny says, getting ice out of the ice-machine. "How much time do you think I want to spend with her?"
"She's, uh. Spry." Steve grins and finishes off his beer.
"She's evil, is what she is. If you ever loved me, you will not leave me alone with that woman." Danny doesn't quite realize what he's said until Steve blinks at him, eyes big and blue.
"Danny," Steve says, and Grace chooses now of all moments to come hurtling in with demands to play Scrabble.
So Danny sits through an hour of Scrabble, while Nana makes sour comments about Steve hogging all the triple-word-score tiles (and it figures, of course Steve is a competitive asshole, but Grace is still kicking his ass and Danny's never been prouder as a father) and, when that doesn't work, starts in on Danny's marital status.
"I'm just saying, Rachel was never right for you. You'd never gotten married to her, we'd all be back home right now, not in this -- what kind of place is eighty degrees in October?"
"If I hadn't married Rachel, we'd never have had Gracie, and you've told me about a hundred times that Grace's your favorite," Danny feels obliged to point out, because it's true; Grace was the first of the great-grandchildren, and although there've been a few since then she's still the only girl.
Nana glowers over her third G&T. "How many months after you were married did Rachel have Grace?"
"Seven more days," Steve murmurs, then, louder, "W-I-T-C-H, twenty-six points, triple letter and double-word."
That distracts Nana sufficiently for Danny to escape to the bathroom and get himself some Advil. By the time he's gotten back, Nana and Steve are about ten seconds from arm-wrestling over their impugned honor and Grace is half-asleep.
"So we should definitely do this again sometime," Danny says, clapping his hands. "Steve, I will see you tomorrow at work, say goodnight to--"
"What, you're going to work tomorrow? I don't see you for two years, I get one weekend with you?" Nana demands. "Bad enough Rachel wouldn't even give Grace the rest of the week, I'm supposed to, what, hobble around this melanoma capital of the world by myself?"
Steve bites his lips. "I'm learning a lot about you right now," he says to Danny, then says, "If you'd like, Mrs. Williams--"
"Giordano," Danny interrupts, far, far too late, and they stand there through a five-minute lecture about how her little baby girl went and threw it all away on some Jewish-Irish mug named Williams who was circumcised, who does that to a little baby barely a week old--
"Jesus, Nana," Danny groans.
"And you're telling me with your partner, right here in front of you, that you can't, what, ask for the day off?" Nana says, switching just as jarringly as she ever did from one topic to another.
Steve's shoulders are shaking, what an asshole. "I completely agree," Steve says, "And you know what, we don't have a case right now, so we'll just give the team a little break." And just when Danny's about to explode, he turns to him and adds, "I'd be happy to take you both around the island. There's hardly any lepers here anymore, I think you'd enjoy it."
"You're not going to make us hike up mountains to look at rocks, right?" Danny says.
"Promise," Steve says, serious and fond.
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aaaaugh i have to go be social. But I will know this is here and I will love you more and more with each passing second of the day. ♥ ♥ ♥
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Also would you like to give me terrible grandma characteristics that I can WEAVE INTO THE NARRATIVE LIKE A BOSS or would you like Nana to be completely opposite-day from your grandmother type person.
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SERIOUSLY WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO.
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