Family of 4

Chapter 12

"What do you want!?", I hissed, not even bothering to unlock the screen door.
"I wanna see my daughter", he sounded so sincere it made my heart hurt.
"Oh now you wanna see her", I spat.
"Can we please just skip this whole 'I hate you, you hate me' act and just let me see my kid", he didn't sound like the Conor that walked out on us a few months ago.
"Umm...yah i guess..sure whatever", I mumbled and unlocked the screen door. It wasn't until the cold early spring breeze blew across my bare legs, that I realized I wasn't in anything but a T-shirt. I quickly tried to cover myself before realizing that of all the shirts I could be wearing right now, I was wearing Danny's.
"Nice outfit", he spat.
I ignored it and subtly through a pillow at Danny, waking him up. I moved out of his way and gestured him in.
"She's sleeping right now", I mention.
"I don't really care, just let me hold her", he demands.
"Alright Jesus", I wince at his sudden cold disposition.
I could feel Danny's eyes boring wholes into my back as I showed Conor to the crib. I ignored it and crept into the room.
"Just be careful", I whisper.
"I know how to do this", he mutters.
I rolled my eyes and scooped up my sleeping angel.
"Here", I murmur as I hand her off to him. I can't say it didn't hurt to hand him the baby. My heart ached to see his face as he held our daughter.
He tipped his forehead to hers and shed a tear that trickled onto her nose. Her eyes slowly blinked open and she looked up at him.
"Wow", he cries, "she has my eyes."
"Yah I know", I agreed.
I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me. I figured they might need some alone time.
"What the hell did you let him in for!?", Danny whisper-yelled at me.
"It's technically his daughter too", I cringe at the thought of what could have been.
"And!? He didn't seem to think so when you went into labor for 36 hours and gave birth to her! Or for the first months of her life!! Why should it matter now!?", he sobbed.
"I don't..know. But he's here now and by law I have to give him a chance", just as the words left my mouth the sound of a baby wailing spilled out of the room.
I ran into the room, not even thinking. Conor was in the room trying to calm the baby down, rocking her up and down while hugging her to his chest. The look of pure fear and heartbreak displayed across his face.
"What did you do!?", I roared.
"I don't know!! I was just holding her and then she started crying", he rambled off.
"Yah well babies can sense evil", a deep voice from behind me piped in.
Conor's head snapped up and the look on his face changed. The light in his eyes fizzled out as he glared at the statue of hotness behind me. Danny hadn't even decided to put on a shirt, well seeing as I had his on.
"Can you just get out", Conor spat at Danny.
"Nope", he bluntly stated.
"Hold the baby", Conor demanded as he dumped Delilah back into my arms.
He took a few steps towards Danny in a intimidating way.
"What are you gonna do!? Walk out on me too? Oooooh scary", Danny teased.
The look of hatred turned into a look of pain, and Danny seemed to notice it too because he wiped the taunting smile off his face.
Conor just walked around Danny and headed for the door.
"Wait where are you going!!?", I bellowed. I sure as hell wasn't gonna let him walk out on his kid after a 2 minute visit.
"I'll come back when HE'S gone", he boomed.
"Well I'm not going anywhere do hallelujah you'll never bother us again", Danny snickered.
"I'll text you to set up visitation days then", Conor explained ignoring what Danny had just said.
I only nodded and locked the door behind him. Had he changed? Why has he just showed up out of nowhere after missing out on so much? 
"If I were you I wouldn't let that fool anywhere near Delilah", Danny added derailing my train of thought.
"You should at least try to get along with him", I groan.
"Why? Because he's such a good buddy of mine?", he responds.
"No because he's the baby's biological father!", I shout.
"Yah well I'm more of a father than that asshole could ever be to her", Danny bellowed.
I just stopped in my tracks. Did he really just call himself the father of my kid? Is that even possible? Ok God, i don't know what you did to normal Danny but take him back, he's still a pain in the ass.
"Ok", I breathe.
"Look as much as I wish it weren't true, I know he's the one who helped you create this beautiful little girl", he cried as he stroked her little cheek and he grabbed his finger. Her tiny hand wrapping around his one finger. He just smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"It's ok", I mumbled as I bury my face into his back.
His body started to softly shake as if he were crying. I just wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed a little.
"Dammit!! You know, if I hadn't had my head shoved up my ass for the past years, it'd be me not him!!", Danny gasped.
I didn't reply. I didn't have the words. We just stood there, him holding Delilah, and me holding him. I still don't understand how the fuck I ended up with this life.
"I think I love you, Taylor", Danny mumbled....

Authors Note:
**Sorry for the cliff hanger guys. This scene almost made me cry. I just wanted to thank the man who gave me the inspiration for how Danny's character has changed. I wouldn't be happy without you and our little bean**