Life as a Navy Seal, Head of Five-0, Father, Husband and a Dominant (On hold)

Chapter Two,

Chapter Two

Waking up in the mornings was always hardest. Everything was so strange and odd, it was like waking up in a completely new world. Steve rolled over in the bed when he felt movement against him, looking down he saw their son curled up between him and Catherine, another sleepless night for Cath then. He smiled down at his son stroking a finger down his cheek, the boy rolled and then his big blue eyes opened and gazed back at his father. He smiled and gripped the offensive finger that had woken him. “Daddy,” the boy giggled.

“That’s right buddy, I’m your Daddy; always will be, no matter what happens,” Steve sighed but the smile didn’t move from his lips. “Want some breakfast?” The boy nodded and then held out his arms so he could be lifted up. Steve climbed off the bed and then picked the boy swinging him around until he was laughing loud enough that Catherine might wake. Taking the boy from the room he headed down stairs to the kitchen.

Steve put his son into high chair and then added bread to the toaster. Steve flicked on the radio, something which Danny had got him into. Usually Steve wouldn’t have the the patience for music, but recently it was something it was something he had become slightly addicted to. The toast popped up, Steve grabbed it, buttered them, cut them into soldiers and then put them on a very happy little boys tray.

“Yo, McGarretts,” Detective Danny Williams popped his head through the kitchen door surprising the Seal and his son. “I guessed you were in the kitchen, what with all the smoke pouring out the door; burning the toast again?” Danny smirked barging his way into the kitchen and heading straight for his Godson. Danny spent a couple of minutes pulling faces and poking the boy until he was giggling mess in his chair.

“He pukes, your cleaning it up and I didn’t burn the toast!” Steve protested but when he looked down at the burnt slices still sat on his son’s tray, yeah well, maybe he did burn them.

“You won’t puke on Uncle Danny will you?” he laughed. “Do you want some proper toast not charcoal?” he asked prodding what Steve called toast.

Danny moved through the kitchen with ease, after years of practice of rooting through Steve’s cupboards for food and his fridge for beer, the man might as well have a degree in it. “So while I’m making your son a proper breakfast you can tell me some more of that story,” Danny pointed the knife at him like threat. Steve nodded and sat down on one of the bar stools next to his son.

“Sure, where was I?” Steve asked because honestly he couldn’t remember.

Danny laughed like he thought Steve was just trying to involve him, but he didn’t know Steve really couldn’t remember. “The part about the napkin and whatever you wrote on it, you need to tell me I have been thinking about it all night and all I can say it wasn’t pretty,” Danny shuddered and removed the burnt toast and replaced it with perfectly cooked, golden slices of toast.

“Right, got ya,” Steve thought for a second and then smiled. “Okay...”

Steve watched the waiter go to the bar, get a drink and then head over to the woman. He set the drink down along with the napkin and pointed to Steve. Steve watched the woman look up and smile at him and then lowering her eyes shyly. He watched her pick up the napkin and read what was on, he watched her eyes move over the words again and again taking them in. She set the napkin down and then looked back at Steve uncomfortably, yet she was still smiling. Drinking the drink, she set it back down on the table and then rose from her seat.

“So what they hell did you write?” Danny interrupted, Steve hadn’t seen him move and sit down on the other bar stool across from him.

“You,” Catherine answered for him entering the room. She walked straight over Lukikina and kissed his head. “Morning Luk baby.” (His shortened name is pronounce Luke)