Adore Delano x Reader

Part 7

You go out for a few hours, leaving Danny alone with the baby...well almost alone. Shane and Joey (Tati) are there dragging her about freaking out every time something happens, as well as being good help. What are friends for? Date: June 23, 2015.

"You sure you got this?" You asked, handing your son to an obviously panicked Danny. "Nope." Joey and Shane, taking on the role of "baby breakdown backup",  answered for her. You burst into laughter as Danny glared at her friends, who were also laughing at the way she held the six-month-old boy several inches away from her chest. "Luke, am I an idiot?" Danny asked the baby, as if he could understand. "bbbbbbth..." Lucas babbled tiredly. "That bad, huh?" Danny asked. You pecked your wife on the cheek. "Watch her." You said jokingly to Joey and Shane, gesturing to Danny. "You guys suck!" Danny shouted from the other room. "Love you too!" You said leaving, your friends still hysterical at this bizarre exchange. Danny set the baby down in his room, carefully leaving after doing so. As soon as she closed the door, Lucas began crying immediately. "Shit!" Danny whispered, silently bullying herself for shutting the door too loud, or whatever she did that made the baby yell at her. Since Lucas was your child, too, whenever he yelled at Danny, he usually had a reason and the reason was usually Danny being stupid. He looked like Danny but most certainly had your attitude. From the other room Joey and Shane looked at each other, somewhere between siffling laughter and looking on silently, knowing that they were both thinking it, the identical expressions seeming to scream, "This is why I don't want kids." Joey got up, brushing past Danny as he entered Lucas' room. Shane tried to reassure Danny that this didn't mean she failed as a parent, all the while letting Joey take over for someone who was very clearly overstimulated. And I know overstimulation. Second-hand gratitude is real, ya'll. Anyway, back to Lucas and Joey! "Hey bud. Do you miss your mom?" Lucas pouted his lips. "Don't give me that." Joey sighed. Lucas screamed over his shoulder, while Danny stared at the wall looking like she either wanted to leave and leave open the possibility she may not come back, or like Joey was about to meet his mama-bear-making maker if he didn't give her her baby. Sensing the possibility of just that, Joey handed Lucas to Danny, running off almost instantly. "You're a dick, Santolini!" Danny yelled after her friend. "I know!" Joey yelled back. It was suddenly noticeable that Lucas didn't look right, and felt a little warm, so Danny changed him and texted Bonnie.

Mom, I think Lucas has a fever. Do I call Y/N? What do I do?

Calm down, Dan. He's fine, just take his temperature. Only call your wife if he has a fever. 

Mom, you're amazing. Thanks.

Anytime baby.

Danny put the phone down, albeit rather aggressively but hey, the baby was getting upset and the adrenaline was starting to kick in, so what was she going to do? She then rummaged through a drawer in the kitchen, trying to find the baby thermometer, finding a pacifier on the first layer of crap and shoving it at Lucas to get it out of her way. That kept him distracted for a grand total of ten minutes before he took it out and setting it down on the counter beside him very gently. Lucas, after getting her attention, looked at Danny with big, sad, comparatively dimly-colored eyes and a quivering lip, the latter move he must have picked up from you, getting ready to cry as he sat on the granite counter. Danny looked at her son and just knew he wasn't okay. "Hold on, pequeño. Almost got it..." Danny said, struggling to locate the thermometer, which she could swear she just had in her hand! "Need help?" Shane asked from the doorway. "Yeah, get the baby off the granite. Y/N would kill me..." Danny said. Her words were true. If anything happened to that kid, either one of you would go ape shit, suffice to say. Shane lifted the baby off the granite, looking concerned once Lucas gave him the same "I feel like shit and am about to make it your problem" face. "You don't look quite right little one...do I need to call mum?" Shane said, causing Danny to panic, maybe even flinch a bit, at the little cough that left her son's mouth. "Found the thermometer!" Danny said, sounding pretty pleased with herself. "As for calling Y/N, I think I can do that later..." Danny said hesitantly, not wanting to call you, scared that there would be hell to pay for not doing so sooner. Danny checked Lucas' temperature, being careful not to hurt him. Despite the extra care, Lucas was not having it. He kept crying and Danny hated it. Lucas cried more so at Danny, rather than for anything in particular, to the point where he was starting to get visibly tired and audibly hoarse. He took breaks when he got too hoarse, but picked right back up, almost on auto pilot. "Please stop crying, Lucas...Do you need me to call mom? What do I need to do for you? I'll do it faster than Uncle Roy can read someone and collapse their self esteem like a house of cards!" Danny said, practically on the verge of tears. By the time that Joey and Shane walked in on this, Danny was about to start crying while Lucas continued to wail. "I'm not good at this..." She choked out, starting to cry far sooner than she would have liked. Joey swatted her on the shoulder and practically yelled, "Yes you are! The fact that you would do anything for him only proves my point!" Picture a Full House pep-talk, but with the ability to control the children. Danny looked at the floor, needing a second to collect herself, then at her son, who had fallen asleep while Danny had been trying to calm him down by sticking him in a carrier, which she was now unable to free either herself or Lucas from at the risk of waking the demon that apparently possessed the infant. Before the four of them knew it, although Lucas remained asleep, you were home. "I got a text from Bonnie when I was on the freeway. Is he ok?" You said quietly. "Yep, he's fine. Just a low grade fever, but nonetheless, he didn't look right when he was awake." Shane explained. "My poor baby! Danny, did he give you hell?" You knew the answer, considering that Danny looked visibly more tired than when you left. "There was one instance where he wouldn't stop crying and I started crying, but then he blacked out after Joey literally slapped some sense into me. Painful, but helpful." Danny said, rather nonchalant about the whole thing, but that would be the exhaustion. You were slightly taken aback, but then you became rather entertained by the buckle-on kangaroo pouch your son currently slept in. Entertainment became the painful, new-mom urge to snuggle the baby, and this was noticeable. Danny undid the carrier, freed Lucas and handed you the baby, who fluttered his normally bright green eyes, currently a dimmer fern color and slightly bloodshot, probably from his big crying session earlier, open, even more wide once he saw you, and smiled at you, though not as bright as you were used to seeing. That'd be what Shane meant, you supposed, but that was a problem for future Y/N. Right now, must cuddle baby. "Hi little man! Aw, I missed you. You feel better?" You cooed at your son, and upon seeing you do so, Danny leaned on your shoulder while Lucas patted as much of both of you as he could with his clammy little sausage hands. Shane and Joey smiled, and after a little while, left you alone- as soon as Danny felt like no help would be needed anymore, which was a call you were proud of her for making. You put Lucas in his bassinet, rather than his crib, not expecting him to stay asleep for long and knowing he'd prefer to be closer to you if he got any worse, and poor Danny was passed out, once again over your lap while you sat on the edge of your bed, watching the baby, and to a lesser extent, the owner of the bigger, but very similar sleeping-face. You took a picture, sent it to Bonnie, and went to bed as comfortably as you could. You wound up falling asleep thinking how you were going to get days like this to happen more often for...science, and definitely not entertainment.