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Summary: When you and Danny are left alone with your niece with no warning, seeing Danny step up to take care of baby Maya has you aching to have his baby.
Content Warnings: lots of fluff and Danny taking care of a baby, baby poop (it gets gross sorry), baby crying, hormones and maternal instincts, possible mentions of postpartum depression/ just general difficulties from birth and having a newborn, talks of having children, SMUT 18+ INCLUDING: fingering, grinding, p in v unprotected sex, breeding kink sort of, cum play if you squint.
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You and Danny were getting ready to leave the house, tangled up in that usual slow morning dance, music playing from the speaker in the kitchen, the smell of coffee still lingering in the air, his shoes kicked halfway under the couch where he always left them.
Your sister’s baby, Maya, was a little over three months old now. You’d been there when she was born, held her for the first time in that sterile hospital room, heart full and aching. And in the weeks that followed, you’d stopped by your sister’s house almost every day, helping with dishes, folding laundry, bringing groceries. Just doing what needed to be done while she adjusted to the impossible newness of it all. But she was finally starting to feel more like herself again, and as of late, she’d determined she was ready for guests. Today Danny was going to meet baby Maya.
You looked up from the mirror just in time to see Danny tug your scarf from the hook by the door and wrap it loosely around his neck, clearly pleased with himself.
“That’s mine,” you said, grinning at him.
He turned to face you, totally unbothered. “No, this is ours.”
You crossed the room and plucked his beanie from the back of a chair. “Okay, then by that logic, this is ours too.”
“I’ll never protest to you wearing my clothes, you know that,” he said, standing by the door with this dumb, contented little smile.
“You excited?” you asked, stepping towards him and brushing a bit of lint off his hoodie.
Danny nodded, shifting on his feet. “Yeah, I think so. A little nervous. I hope they don’t want me to hold her… I’ve never held a baby that small before. Like, what if I break her?”
“You won’t,” you said gently, handing him his bag. “She’s sturdier than she looks. And you’re gentle.”
He slung the bag over his shoulder and followed you toward the front door, pausing to grab the car keys from the dish. “Still feels weird, though. The whole thing, I mean. Like, ‘Uncle Danny.’ That sounds like a man with a mortgage and a receding hairline.”
You laughed as you pulled your jacket on. “I did think your hair was looking a little different lately…”
He gave you a look, feigning offense. “Wow.”
“Only kidding,” you smiled, ruffling his familiar curls and smiling cheekily before popping a kiss to his cheek.
He was still smiling as you stepped outside, the air crisp, the early sun catching in his curls where they tousled softly in the breeze. There was something unshakable about days like this, being with him, the ease of it, the way you didn’t have to reach for comfort because it was already right there in your pocket.
He reached out and caught your hand without thinking, fingers curling through yours like they always had, like they were made to do it.
“She’s gonna love you,” you said quietly as you reached the car.
He glanced over at you, eyes soft. “Yeah?”
You nodded, smiling. “You’re a natural with kids.”
“Guess we’ll find out,” he said, opening your door for you with a little bow. “Let’s go meet the tiny human.”
Danny drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lightly over your knee, his thumb tracing soft, absent patterns through the fabric of your jeans. He was quiet, but not in a distant way, just calm and thoughtful. You could feel him processing, like he was already picturing what it would be like to finally meet little Maya.
“She’s really only… what, three months?” he asked, glancing at you at a red light.
“Just over,” you said.
Danny smiled softly, rubbing at his jaw. “Feels like she’s been around longer. I keep forgetting I haven’t actually seen her yet.”
“She’s so tiny,” you said, shifting to face him more. “Like, alarmingly small. Her whole hand is barely the size of your thumb.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“You’ll see.”
He pulled into your sister’s driveway a few minutes later and parked carefully, turning the engine off but not moving right away. You smiled, leaned over, and kissed his cheek before you both climbed out of the car.
The porch creaked under your feet as you stepped up and knocked. The door opened almost immediately, and your sister stood there in cozy leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, her hair twisted up messily, face glowing in a tired, relieved kind of way.
“Hi, hi!” she said, already reaching for you. She pulled you in first for a tight hug, then turned and did the same to Danny, kissing each of your cheeks like she always did. “Come in. It’s freezing.”
The house was warm and dim, faintly smelling of baby lotions and such. You stepped out of your shoes by the door, and just as you were pulling off your beanie, and Danny was unwrapping his scarf, her husband, Harry appeared in the doorway to the living room, barefoot in jeans and a faded t-shirt. Little Maya was tucked tightly against his chest in a soft swaddle, her head barely peeking above the edge, one impossibly tiny hand curled under her cheek.
“Hey, you two,” he said, smiling, shifting his weight with that slow bob. “You made it.”
“Hi,” you said, giving him a one-armed hug as you glanced down at sleeping Maya. “Hi sweet girl,” you cooed.
Danny stepped up behind you, and Harry reached out to clap him gently on the shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug too.
When they pulled away, Danny took the opportunity to take in the little bundle that was Maya. “She’s so small,” Danny said quietly, eyes fixed on the tiny baby.
“She is,” Harry chuckled, adjusting her slightly. “She’s in the phase where she wants to be attached to someone at all times.
“I can’t believe that’s a whole human,” Danny said, crouching slightly to get a better look. His voice was soft, reverent. “She’s like… doll sized. Her head fits in your palm?”
“Basically,” Harry said, laughing gently. “And somehow she still manages to scream loud enough to shake the windows.”
“She’s freshly changed, so you’re meeting her at her best,” your sister added, coming to peek over Harrys shoulder.
“She looks like she’s dreaming,” Danny murmured, watching Maya’s mouth twitch in her sleep.
“Probably dreaming about boobs,” your Harry said, straight faced.
Your sister groaned. “Oh my god, please stop saying that to people.” She stepped away and made towards the living room. “C’mon into the living room” she said over her shoulder. “I haven’t sat down all day.”
You followed after her, Danny close behind. Harry trailed in last, still gently patting Mayas back, his palm moving rhythmically, in a way that had clearly become second nature. Maya’s cheek was pressed into his chest, her tiny mouth slightly parted, her fists tucked into herself. She barely moved except for the slow rise and fall of her breathing.
You all sank into the couch and chairs.
“So,” you said, turning to your sister, “how are you actually doing?”
She let out a quiet breath and smiled. “Better. I mean, not sleeping through the night, obviously. But I don’t feel like I’ve been hit by a bus anymore. Just… like a slow moving truck.”
You grinned. “That’s progress.”
She nodded. “The bleeding’s mostly stopped, and I can walk around without feeling like my insides are rearranging themselves. So, yay.”
“You look amazing,” you said honestly. “Seriously.”
“She’s been doing really well,” Harry chimed in as he rocked slightly. “Even managed to take a shower two days in a row.”
“Twice,” your sister said proudly, lifting her chin. “Like a real human woman.”
Harry shifted Maya slightly in his wrap. “Honestly, Maya’s been good. Not colicky or anything. She just wants to be on someone. Like, all the time. Put her down for a nap and she lasts fifteen minutes. Hold her, and she’s out cold for hours.”
“She’s already a little attention seeker,” your sister added, reaching for a cup of tea on the coffee table. “But a cute one.”
“What’s she like when she’s awake?” Danny asked, curiously.
Harry smiled, glancing down at the tiny face resting on his chest. “Mostly just stares at stuff with those giant eyes. Occasionally screams like we’ve wronged her deeply for making her wait fifteen minutes in between feeding. I swear she’s got such an appetite she’s gonna be huge soon.”
“Sounds dramatic,” Danny said, eyes wide with amusement.
“She is,” they both said at the same time, then laughed.
You looked over at Maya again and caught the softest little sound, barely more than a breath. A tiny, airy coo that made you instinctively smile.
Her dad stilled, lifting a hand to brush gently along Maya’s cheek. “Looks like someone’s waking up,” he said softly.
Maya stirred, a slight frown pulling at her forehead, her lips parting with another sleepy little noise. One arm squirmed out from the wrap, and she gave a half hearted little kick, her face scrunching.
“She’s probably hungry,” your sister said, already leaning forward, reaching her arms out. “Here, I’ll take her.”
Harry transferred the baby carefully, tucking a blanket around her as he passed her over. Maya let out a tiny wail in protest but settled as soon as she was against her mother’s chest. Without fuss or hesitation, your sister adjusted her sweatshirt, pulling it down to nurse.
The room stayed comfortable and quiet except for the tiny sucking noises.
Danny’s eyes lingered for a moment, just observant, thoughtful, and then flicked over to you. He looked amazed by it all.
“So what’s the sleep situation now?” Danny asked gently, resting back against the cushions, one arm draped behind you.
“Still awful,” your sister said, chuckling softly. “She’s up every two to three hours. I’m basically a human pacifier at this point.”
“She doesn’t like bottles?” you asked.
“She’ll take one,” Harry said, reaching for his mug, “but only sometimes. And only if she’s not too hungry or too fussy or too... anything, really.”
“She’s got a very specific set of rules,” your sister added, smiling down at her. “And we don’t know any of them.”
Danny grinned. “Sounds like she runs the house.”
“Oh, absolutely,” your sister said.
You smiled as you watched Maya’s tiny fingers flex against your sister’s chest, her eyes fluttering open slowly like she was only halfway convinced she wanted to be awake.
After a few more soft sucks, she popped off with a little sigh, mouth slack and chin damp, clearly full and freshly alert. Your sister reached for a cloth, dabbing her mouth gently.
“Hello, sweetheart,” she murmured, adjusting her shirt and tugging it back into place one-handed. “You gonna be social now?”
Maya blinked up at the room, quiet and curious, her head turning toward Danny’s voice as he leaned in slightly.
“She’s so cute,” he said, awe softening his face.
Your sister glanced at him, then at the baby, then back again. “Do you wanna hold her?”
Danny blinked. “Uh—” He looked at you for a split second, almost like he was hoping you’d save him. “I’ve never held a baby before.”
“That’s okay,” your sister said easily, already shifting Maya into the crook of her arm. “I’ll show you. It’s easy.”
Danny straightened up a little, hands half-lifted like he wasn’t sure whether to reach or hide them. “I don’t know, I— what if I do it wrong or something?”
“Nonsense,” your sister said with a little grin. “You’re Maya’s uncle. She’s gotta know who you are.”
Danny let out a quiet laugh, nervous and incredulous. “Oh shit,” he mumbled, sitting up a bit straighter as she approached.
You smiled, watching the whole exchange from your seat. He looked like someone being handed a priceless glass sculpture and told to juggle it.
“You don’t have to stand up,” your sister said gently. “Just scoot forward a bit. I’ll place her in your arms.”
He did as she asked, shifting to the edge of the couch cushion, legs slightly apart for balance.
“Okay,” she said, all business now, adjusting Maya against her shoulder. “So cradle one arm under her like this, and make sure her head’s supported. You can rest her body across your forearm. The other hand just kind of... steady her. Wherever it feels natural.”
Danny followed each instruction with intense focus, his lips slightly parted, brows drawn together like he was trying to remember a complicated chord progression. He shaped his arms carefully, watching your sister for approval.
“Perfect,” she said, then leaned down and slowly nestled Maya into the space he’d made.
The moment the baby settled into him, Danny went completely still, stiff as a board.
Maya blinked slowly up at him, her little lips puckering in a dreamy, milk-drunk expression, her fists bunched lightly against her chest. She made a soft, contented grunt and blinked again, as if accepting this new arrangement.
Danny’s face melted and his shoulders slackened.
“Awww,” he breathed, the sound barely audible. “She’s so... oh my god.”
You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the look on his face, completely enamored, touched, reverent. His whole body softened around her as if instinctively forming a shield.
“She likes you,” your sister said with a grin, stepping back to sit down beside Harry again.
Danny’s eyes never left Maya. “She’s so light,” he whispered. “I thought you were exaggerating.”
“Nope,” you said, watching his thumb hover, featherlight, near the back of her tiny hand. “She’s the real deal.”
“She’s got strong neck muscles though,” your Harry added from the other side of the room. “She’ll be trying to hold it up, even if it wobbles like crazy.”
Danny adjusted his grip slightly, barely moving her. You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder, heart fluttering at the way he looked down at her like she was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
Danny looked up from the baby with a soft smile of his own, totally enchanted. He leaned his head forward just a little, speaking in a gentle voice as he peered down at her tiny face.
“Hello,” he said. “You are just the cutest little thing, aren’t you?”
Maya blinked slowly and let out the tiniest coo, a high, airy sound, like the world’s smallest sigh. Her eyes, deep and wide, locked onto Danny’s like she knew exactly who he was.
“She knows a good soul when she sees one,” your sister said with a smirk, already pushing herself up from the couch. “Well!” your sister said cheerily, brushing her hands off on her jeans. “She loves you both. Perfect timing!”
You looked over, confused. “Huh?”
She was already moving, grabbing for her bag by the door. “Harry and I have been meaning to run a few errands, and now that you’re both here—”
Danny blinked up. “Wait, what?”
Harry gave a sheepish shrug as he stood, easing the last sip of coffee from his mug. “It’s just groceries and picking up a prescription, and… some other stuff. Won’t take long. Be back in a couple of hours.”
You stood too, your voice pitching slightly. “Wait— right now?!”
Your sister swept past you, bending to grab the plastic bin that doubled as Maya’s changing station. She parked it beside the couch. “Changing stuff’s here. Wipes, nappies, cream, whatever you need.”
Danny looked between you and your sister, still holding Maya like she was made of blown glass. “I literally just met her ten minutes ago.”
“She loves you already,” your sister sang out, walking briskly toward the kitchen. “There’s pumped milk in the fridge, just warm it in a mug of hot water if she gets hungry. You can call me if anything happens, but she just ate, so you’re golden.”
You followed her in a daze. “Are you serious right now?”
“Love you, sis!” she called, kissing your cheek as she passed again, grabbing her keys from the counter. “This is good for you. Great practice!”
“Practice for what?” you spluttered, spinning as she breezed toward the door.
Harry pulled on his coat and gave you both an apologetic smile. “We’ll be quick, promise. She’ll probably sleep most of it anyway.”
“Probably?” Danny echoed faintly.
You watched, frozen, as your sister blew you both a kiss, yanked open the front door, and disappeared out of it with Harry in tow.
You turned slowly toward Danny, who hadn’t moved an inch, still staring down at the baby cradled in his arms.
He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Did we just get ambushed?”
You blinked. “Oh, yeah.”
“She planned that.”
“She absolutely planned that.”
You both stood there for a second, completely still, as Maya blinked up innocently at Danny like she was enjoying the whole thing.
“…What do we do now?” he asked quietly.
You glanced down at the bin of baby supplies your sister had left beside the couch, then back at Danny.
“Well,” you said, exhaling slowly, “we pray she doesn’t poop.”
Danny gave a single, slow nod.
You exhaled, hands on your hips, heart still half racing. Then you looked at Danny again. The way he was cradling her securely, gently, like he was already tuned in to her little rhythms, eased something in your chest.
Danny looked at Maya, then smiled. “I can’t even be that mad. Look at how cute she is.”
You stepped toward them and sat beside him, curling one leg under the other. “She’s fed, changed, and slept. It’ll be easy.”
“Famous last words,” he said softly, grinning down at her.
For a while, it really was easy. Maya slept, again. You and Danny whispered, not daring to raise your voices as though the house had become some sacred, hallowed place. You talked about how weird it was to suddenly be in charge of a newborn, how small she looked in Danny’s arms, how strong her grip was for someone so tiny.
Danny had been tracing the edge of her hat with his pinky, like even touching her too much might wake her.
And then, slowly, Maya began to stir. At first it was just a little squirm, a soft whimper that made Danny glance at you in alarm. You looked over from your place on the floor, mid-sorting a tiny pile of blankets.
“She’s waking up,” he said, voice low. “Think she needs something?”
Before you could answer, Maya made a louder noise. Not a cry, but a confused, squeaky grunt, and her tiny face twisted up in a funny, crumpled way.
Danny chuckled softly. “What kind of face is that?”
And then the sound hit. Unmistakable, wet, and shockingly loud for such a small person.
Danny froze. “...Oh no.”
You pressed a hand to your mouth, half laughing, half horrified. “Oh my god.”
He shifted his arms slightly. “That was so aggressive.”
You stood up, grabbing the little basket your sister had set up nearby. “Come on. We have to change her.”
“I’ve never changed a diaper in my life.”
“Neither have I.”
Danny stared down at Maya, whose face had relaxed again, completely unaware of the chaos she’d just caused. Danny frowned, “Proud of yourself, are you?.”
You spread out the mat on the carpet and motioned for him to bring her over. He stood, cradling her in his arms like she was about to break.
“Lay her down,” you gestured to the mat. Danny crouched carefully, easing her down with both hands, supporting her head exactly the way your sister had shown him. You reached into the basket for a fresh nappy and a packet of wipes.
He paused. “I don’t even know how to open this thing.”
“It’s snaps,” you said gently, pulling it open.
Once the onesie was unsnapped and pushed aside you opened her nappy too. Danny stared down at the diaper in mild horror. “That’s... I didn’t even know it could be that color.”
You tried to hold back a gag at the smell. “Oh my god, it smells so bad,” you complained. “And why is it green?!”
“This is disgusting,” Danny grimaced but opened the wipes with one hand, following the instructions on the diaper package like it was a bomb manual. You helped, handing him what he needed, both of you keeping your heads as far from the baby as possible to try and escape the smell as you navigated each step.
He got the clean diaper on eventually, hands steady despite the stress. “Okay,” he exhaled. “Done.” Danny lifted his hands carefully, admiring the neatly placed, clean diaper and clean baby, pulling away like she might go off again. “That wasn’t too bad.”
“You did great,” you patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks for doing the hard work.”
He smiled and looked up at you, flushed. “She didn’t even cry. That’s a win, right?”
You smiled. “Huge win.”
Danny carefully picked her back up, settling her against his chest. You opened your mouth to remind him about supporting her neck, but stopped when you saw he’d already done it, his hand cupping the back of her head, arm wrapped firmly around her.
“Don’t worry,” he said, catching your almost-warning. “I’ve got her.”
You just nodded, watching how naturally she rested against him. But then her face scrunched, and the first real wail came. It was sudden and sharp, and so, so surprisingly loud.
Danny winced. “Oh no. No no, baby, you were so happy a minute ago.” He rocked her gently, bouncing her a little. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” She didn’t relent. Danny flinched back as she screeched in his ear. “What do I do? Did we change her nappy wrong? Is she hungry?”
You hesitated, frantically searching the room. “I’ll warm a bottle up.”
“She just ate,” Danny remarked astonished. He bounced her lightly as he swayed around, his hand patting the back of her little body against his chest. “Shhh. Please stop crying.”
You fumbled with bottles and milk bags in the kitchen, quickly preparing a warm bottle.
You popped the bottle into the warmer and hovered over it like it might speed things up just by staring. Behind you, Danny was pacing the living room with Maya clutched against his chest like a precious, screaming package.
“She is so loud,” he said over her cries, his voice part amazed, part pleading. “What do we do if this doesn’t work?”
“It will work,” you replied, though honestly, you weren’t that confident. You held your hand to the side of the bottle, checking for warmth. “Babies cry. That’s their job.”
“Well, she’s excellent at it.”
You pulled the bottle free, gave it a good shake, then crossed the room and held it up triumphantly.
Danny looked wildly relieved. “Oh thank god.” He bounced Maya a little more, then paused. “Do you want to…?”
You nodded, already reaching for her. He passed her over carefully, like she was made of glass, watching your hands closely to make sure you had her neck supported before fully letting go. Her face was scrunched and furious, red and glossy with tears, little fists flailing like she was punching the air for answers.
“Shhh, hey,” you cooed, settling into the couch with her. “Hey, hey, baby girl. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” You guided the bottle gently to her mouth, and miraculously, her cries cut off like someone had flipped a switch.
You both sighed in relief.
“Oh my god,” Danny whispered, stunned. “That’s all it took?”
“Like I said,” you murmured, brushing a thumb over her soft cheek, “babies cry. Doesn’t mean we’ve failed.”
Danny made a soft noise behind you, a little agreement.
You adjusted her in your arms once she slowed, easing her upright against your shoulder and patting her back gently. A tiny burp escaped her, followed by a soft sigh, and then her arms flailed up, stretching out like she was reaching for something.
You giggled, “What’s she doing now?”
Danny laughed, walking over and crouching beside the couch as you laid her back against your lap. “She’s like a tiny dancer.”
Maya’s fingers waved in the air, and you reached out, offering your pinky. Her hand closed around it instantly, warm and soft and so small.
“Oh,” you breathed, eyes wide. “Okay, yeah. That’s adorable.”
Danny watched her too, then looked at you. “She really likes you.”
You smiled, not looking away from Maya. “She’s met me so many times, she just knows me, that's all.”
Maya’s eyes had opened again, bright and curious. She blinked up at you, then turned, slowly, catching sight of Danny.
Her eyes locked on him. She stilled.
You watched her face. “Yeah?” you said softly, as if narrating to her. “That’s Danny. He’s your uncle, Maya.”
Danny gave a small wave. “Hi.”
Her tiny mouth opened in an ‘O’ of concentration, eyes huge and unblinking. Danny chuckled. “She’s trying to work out if I’m friend or foe.”
“Want to hold her again?”
He nodded, hands already out. You passed her over, making sure he had her secure before leaning back on the couch. She settled quickly, her body molded to his chest like she already knew that spot belonged to her. She didn’t cry. Didn’t squirm. She just… was there, nestled peacefully against him, her little hand resting against his collarbone.
Danny rocked slightly from side to side, eyes half-closed. “She’s kind of perfect.”
You didn’t answer. You were too busy staring. Something about the way he held her, carefully but confidently now, one hand supporting her bottom, the other curled protectively around her back, was doing something deep and unwelcome to your insides.
His hair had fallen a little in his face, and he shook it away absently, his focus still on Maya. He looked soft. Not just in the way he moved, but in the way his face changed around her like he’d unlocked some gentleness you didn’t know he had.
And maybe it was just hormones. Or your ovaries yelling from the rooftops. Or maybe you were just sleep-deprived and easily swayed. But Jesus Christ, seeing him with the baby was… something else.
You were still staring when he looked up, eyes meeting yours.
“What?” he asked, brow raised slightly.
You blinked quickly, shaking your head and dropping your gaze. “Nothing.”
Danny tilted his head a little, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push. Instead, he looked back down at Maya, whose hand was now slowly, clumsily batting at the collar of his shirt. He caught her hand gently in his fingers.
“She’s got a good grip,” he murmured, half to her, half to himself.
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The rest of the afternoon passed fairly easily. Maya had short bursts of energy, waving her arms around, staring at light fixtures like they were the most incredible things she’d ever seen, curling her fingers around anything that came close. She didn’t cry again, not really. Just let out soft little noises now and then as if to remind you both she was still there.
You and Danny stayed mostly on the floor with her, taking turns letting her rest on your chest, or bouncing her gently when she got a little fussy. He even tried to read to her at one point, using a cookbook you’d found on the coffee table. Maya stared at the pages like she understood none of it but appreciated the effort.
There wasn’t much to do, but it didn’t feel boring. It felt like you were inside a bubble, just the three of you, where everything slowed down and nothing felt that urgent. And watching how attentive Danny was, how patient, how good— it kind of messed with your head in a way you were trying very hard not to over analyse.
At one point, you slipped away to the bathroom, leaving Danny with Maya, who was being a bit fussy– not full-out crying, but making it obvious she wasn’t happy with something. You washed your hands, splashed a bit of water on your flushed face, and took a few deep breaths. When you stepped back into the hallway, the house was so quiet you thought maybe she’d fallen asleep again.
But then you heard Danny’s voice. You stilled, just outside the living room. He wasn’t talking. He was singing, humming.
You inched closer, your heart already doing something ridiculous in your chest. Peeking around the corner, you saw his back to you where he stood near the window, Maya curled against his chest, her little hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt.
“We are going… heaven knows where we are going…” Danny sang softly, swaying with her, his voice low and warm and maybe just slightly off-key.
She let out a soft babble, as if trying to join in, and Danny chuckled under his breath, bouncing her a little more.
“But we know within… that we will get there…” he continued, gently tapping her back in rhythm.
You stayed hidden in the hallway, completely still. Something about the moment felt too private, too tender to interrupt. Like stepping in would break whatever spell he’d cast around the two of them.
“We will get there… heaven knows how we will get there… but we know we will…”
Maya gurgled again, louder this time, and Danny smiled.
You pressed a hand to your mouth, your chest feeling weirdly full like you might laugh or cry or both. You didn’t know if it was hormones or your heart or just the sheer, stupid beauty of it all, but you stayed frozen there for a few more seconds, just watching them sway.
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By the time your sister’s key turned in the lock, Maya was fast asleep again, tucked neatly into Danny’s arms as he stood swaying near the crib.
“Hellooooo,” your sister called, sweeping through the door with a big, exaggerated grin. Harry followed a few steps behind, looking a little too pleased with himself.
You stood, brushing yourself off and fixing your expression into something halfway between deadpan and fake enthusiasm. “Oh hey,” you said sweetly. “How nice of you to join us.”
“How was it…?,” she asked cautiously. “You don't look too happy…”
You raised your brows and gestured to the sleeping baby. “You left us with this without warning.”
“I left you with my daughter,” she corrected.
“Yes. Your daughter who pooped in technicolor, screamed in surround sound, and then fell asleep like nothing ever happened.”
Danny chuckled softly behind you.
Your sister gave you an exaggerated pout. “I’m sorryyyyy,” she whined. “We just really needed to get some things done.”
“Mmmhmm,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “I’m sure you had so many important errands to run.” She opened her mouth to defend herself, but you cut her off with a pointed look. “Your buttons are done up wrong, by the way.”
She looked down, gasping as she fumbled to fix them, cheeks turning red. Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing everywhere but at either of you.
“Oh my god,” she mumbled. “You’re the worst.”
“You’re not exactly slick,” you muttered back, folding your arms.
“How was she, really?” your sister asked, now distractedly adjusting her bag over her shoulder.
“She was fine,” you said honestly. “She pooped— horrifically, might I add— and we fed her. After that she just… slept and hung out. She’s a chill little baby, when she’s not unleashing war crimes in a diaper.”
“She really is,” Danny added, giving Maya one last glance before walking over to gently place her in the crib. She didn’t even stir, just curled a little tighter into herself, lips parted in that open-mouthed baby sleep that somehow made her even cuter.
“…You know how it is,” your sister said, a little sheepish now, rocking back on her heels.
You gave her a flat look. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
She grinned, unabashed, and clapped her hands together like everything had gone exactly to plan. “Thanks for the free babysitting service, by the way. I’ll be sure to leave her with you guys again soon.”
“Mm-hmm,” you deadpanned. “Next time I’m charging hourly.”
Danny offered a small wave as everyone said their goodbyes. Harry gave a nod and a “thanks again,” and your sister actually had the nerve to wink as you walked out the door.
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Later that night, everything should’ve felt back to normal. You and Danny had eaten dinner, showered, and curled up on the couch in sweats, a movie playing lazily on the TV. But your head was somewhere else entirely. Your body too, if you were being honest.
You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Holding Maya. Rocking her so gently, like she was something fragile and precious. Talking to her in that soft, low voice. Smiling down at her like she was magic. It had cracked something open in you— some primal, aching little part you didn’t want to name.
And, okay, fine. He’d looked really good doing it. Hoodie sleeves pushed up, curls falling in his face, arms steady as anything. Protective. Capable. Warm. God, it was so unfair. You tried to focus on the movie, but your gaze kept drifting to the wall across from you, unfocused and burning with thoughts you didn’t want to say out loud.
Next to you, Danny shifted slightly, arm still slung over your shoulders. “Hey,” he said, voice low. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
You blinked. “Hm? Nothing.”
He turned toward you with a knowing look. “Mmm, try again.”
You huffed, smiling despite yourself. “It’s nothing. Really.”
Danny sat up straighter, grinning like he’d caught a secret. “Oooh. It’s really juicy, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes and tried to turn away, but he leaned over you, hovering like a smug blanket. “Tell meee.”
You pushed at his chest, laughing. “God, you’re so annoying.”
“You know you want to. C’mon now, out with it,” he smiled.
You sighed and fiddled with the drawstring on his hoodie, staring at your fingers so you didn’t have to look at him. “Okay. Just… don’t make fun of me.”
Danny’s tone softened instantly. “Never.”
You picked at the string, twisting it between your fingers. “It doesn’t mean anything. I just… It was just a thought…”
He looked at you with one brow raised as if to say ‘go on…’
You sighed. “I liked seeing you today… holding Maya– playing with her, caring for her, you know.”
He was quiet for a second, just watching you.
“It was sweet,” you added. “And it made me…” You hesitated, heat crawling up your neck. “I don’t know. Made me…”
Danny tilted his head. “Made you wanna have one of your own?”
You gave the smallest nod, cheeks flushing.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then rested his forehead gently against yours. “Me too.”
You pulled back slightly, just enough to search his face. “Really?”
Danny’s gaze held yours, unwavering. “Yeah. Really.”
His thumb swept across your jaw, slow and sure, and then down, trailing the side of your neck like he couldn’t help it. “Watching you today…” he exhaled, jaw tensing just slightly. “You looked good.”
He smiled softly, but there was heat behind it now. “You knew what you were doing. Holding her. Feeding her.” His fingers skimmed lower, brushing your collarbone. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“I was faking it,” you murmured, breathless.
Danny shook his head, eyes dark. “Could’ve fooled me.” His hand slid to your thigh, tracing idle patterns there. “You looked… really good.”
You swallowed hard. “You did too.”
He tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” Your voice came out barely above a whisper. “Took control… and just– took care of her so well.”
Danny’s thumb dipped beneath the edge of your shorts. “We worked pretty well together, huh?”
You nodded slowly, pulse picking up with each slow pass of his hand.
“And you liked seeing me like that too?” he asked, fingers sliding just slightly higher.
You let out a quiet, shaky breath. “You have no idea.”
Danny leaned in closer, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw. “I think I might.”
He kissed just beneath your ear, slow and deep, and the sound you made in response had him smirking against your skin.
“We were good at it,” he murmured, hands firm now on your thighs, pulling you slightly toward him. “Every little thing… we handled it like it was nothing.”
“Felt natural,” you whispered.
Danny pulled back just enough to look at you— hair a little messy, necklace hanging in the quickly shortened space between you, eyes heavy with something softer and deeper than lust. “It did.”
You watched the way his chest rose and fell. The way his hands stayed on you, steady and sure. The way he looked at you like he already knew what you were thinking.
“It would be nice,” you murmured, almost like you were confessing a secret, “to have one of our own someday.”
“You want to have a baby with me?” he asked, voice low, reverent.
Your chest rose slowly. And then you nodded, eyes never leaving his.
His eyes fluttered and jaw ticked, but he seemed a little surprised. “You… sometime in the future… or, the near future… or…”
“Whenever. In a year, in a month, a week… tomorrow… tonight,” your eyes locked into his, your voice teetering in caution. “I don't care when, Danny. I just know that I want it to be you.”
“Tonight?” he repeated, eyes darkening as his hand slid up your thigh again, squeezing slowly.
You paused and then nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“You want me…” he shifted so that his body was completely hovering over you now, “To get you pregnant… tonight?” he breathed, so close you could have sworn you could hear his heart racing in his chest.
You nodded before you could even let the flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. “Yes.”
Danny didn’t waste another second before kissing you, lik your words flipped a switch in him. You barely registered the way he pulled you beneath him, how your back sank into the couch cushions, because his mouth was everywhere. Hot and hungry and full of want.
His hands pushed your shirt up in one motion, dragging it over your head and tossing it blindly aside. His mouth latched onto your breast, hand grabbing the other and kneeding it as he sucked and kissed like a man starved.
“Jesus, Danny,” you exclaimed, the feeling shocking you and making you quirm. He pulled back and hooked his fingers into your shorts and underwear at once, pulling them down slow but deliberate, groaning when he saw you.
“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick. “You’re already so wet for me.”
You nodded, barely breathing. You grabbed the ends of his shirt and tugged it up. “Off, please,” you begged. Danny sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off, his shoulders and chest contracting beautifully in the movement.
He back leaned in, kissing you hard, tongue sliding against yours as his hand dragged up your thigh, spreading you open beneath him. “You know what you do to me?” he whispered into your mouth. “You tell me you want to have my baby and expect me to stay calm?”
You whimpered, arching into him and hips rocking against his hand.
“Shhh,” he whispered against your throat, slipping two fingers inside you, curling them just right. “Let me take care of you first.”
Your hands clawed at his back, gasping into his mouth as he kissed you again, fingers working you open slow and steady, like he was memorizing the shape of you, learning every twitch and moan.
He kept his forehead pressed to yours as he worked you— deep, steady strokes that had your breath hitching with every curl. His thumb brushed against your clit, light and maddening, circling slow and deliberate until your thighs trembled beneath him.
You clung to his shoulders, panting, your eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Danny— please—”
He kissed you again, catching the sound in your mouth. You felt too hot all over, too wound up. His fingers were so good, too good, but you needed more. Needed him.
Your hand slid down between you blindly, seeking him out, palming him through his sweats. He was already hard, straining against the fabric, and you felt him twitch beneath your touch.
He groaned, low and sharp, but then he caught your wrist gently and held your hand still.
“Wait,” he whispered, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He kissed your knuckles, holding your hand close to his chest. “I need to make sure you really want this, tonight.”
You blinked at him, breath still stuttering.
His voice was quieter now. Earnest. “This… it’s not nothing. It would change everything. I just—I need to know you really want it. That you’re sure.”
Your heart squeezed at the way he looked at you. Serious. A little scared. But ready—if you were.
You took his cheek into your open palm, pulling him closer. “I know. I really want this,” you said softly. “With you.”
He didn’t ask again. He kissed you hard, fingers slipping from your body so he could push his sweats down, one hand fumbling between you. You felt the blunt heat of him pressing against your thigh as he grinded down against you, his groans muffled by your mouth. You blindly reached for him, and wrapped your hand around him, hot and heavy in your palm, and he let out a sharp breath against your lips. You stroked him once, slow and long, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, hips jerking.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough, like just your touch was too much.
You guided him between your legs, the head of him dragging through your slick folds, and he pressed his hips forward instinctively, catching just at your entrance. But then he stilled, his eyes meeting yours again. Both of you breathless. Eyes wide.
You nodded, cupping his jaw. Slowly, like he didn’t want to rush a second of it, he slid inside.
The stretch made you gasp, your fingers curling around his shoulders as your whole body opened to him. He filled you inch by inch, thick and warm and so deep you couldn’t think. He held still once he was buried all the way, both of you clinging to each other in the silence that followed.
You could feel his heartbeat against yours.
“God,” Danny breathed. “You feel… so perfect baby.”
You swallowed hard, eyes fluttering shut as your hands slid up into his hair. “Move, please.”
He pulled back just enough, then rolled his hips into you, deep and slow. The pace was steady, deliberate, like he was trying to memorize you from the inside out.
Your hands roamed his back, his sides, everywhere you could touch as his mouth found yours again— kissing you like he couldn’t get close enough. You moaned softly into him, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him there.
Each thrust rocked through you, full and smooth, dragging moans from your throat you couldn’t hold back.
“You’re taking me so well,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Every time… but this— fuck, this is different.”
You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Your body felt feverish, too much and not enough all at once, the drag of him inside you hitting that perfect spot with every stroke.
Danny’s breath hitched against your throat, voice rough and barely audible like he was talking more to himself than to you.
“Ohhh, fuck… gonna give you what you want,” he murmured, hips rolling deeper, slower. “So perfect for me… take me so well… just like that…”
You whimpered, clutching at his back, and he let out a low, broken sound.
“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned, teeth grazing your jaw. “Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to come inside you… fuck, say it. Say you want it.”
“Yes,” you gasped. “I want it—I want you— please.”
His mouth stayed parted on a moan, a crooked smile breaking through as his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers circling your clit, just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble. He shuddered when you began to tighten around him.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let go for me.”
You cried out, clenching around him as your orgasm hit— hot and slow and all-consuming, back arching off the couch. He moaned, fucking you through it, hips stuttering slightly from how tight you were gripping him.
“I’m close,” he panted, voice shaking. “You sure you want me to—”
“Yes,” you gasped. “Don’t pull out, please Danny.”
He dropped his head to your shoulder, hips snapping faster but sloppier now, until with a strained groan he pushed in deep and stilled, cumming hard inside you. His body shook with it, and yours wrapped around him, both of you breathing heavy, hearts racing.
He didn’t move right away. Just held you, kissed your shoulder, your cheek, your mouth— full of something much softer.
When he finally lifted his head to look at you, his eyes were glassy, lips parted, still catching his breath. He leaned in and kissed you, like a thank-you. He eased himself out of you with a sigh, and sat up slightly, his hand drifting down, resting warm and wide over your lower belly.
“You think…” he swallowed, voice barely a whisper, “You think it’s going to work?”
You reached up, brushing the sweaty hair back from his forehead, and gave him the smallest, sleepiest nod.
“Hope so…”
Danny glanced down between your bodies and stilled. He could see the slow, glistening mess of himself leaking out of you, and his eyes shifted reverently.
“Shit baby,” he muttered, almost under his breath.
He brought his hand down, fingers dipping between your thighs, gathering the spill on his fingertips. Then carefully, he pushed it back into you with two fingers, curling them shallow as your hips twitched.
You gasped softly, the sensitivity too much, your body already tender and overused.
“Shhh,” he murmured, leaning over you, his other hand rubbing slow circles into your waist. “I know, baby. I know.”
His fingers slipped out but he didn’t move far, just stayed close, kissing the side of your face, your shoulder, the corner of your mouth.
“You did so good, took it so well,” he said softly. “Look so beautiful like this… All tired and messy.”
You didn’t have the energy to respond, and your eyes fluttered shut as he gathered you gently into his arms, pulling you against his chest. You curled into him automatically, limbs heavy and sore in the best way.
He kissed your forehead, his voice rough in your ear.
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