Anyway, the problem was that Danny had Grace this afternoon, and Rachel and Stan were taking a weekend trip, so it wasn’t really negotiable. Not that Danny ever minded spending time with his little girl, it was just—he didn’t know how to explain Sleeping Steve to her. Because, yeah, he read her fairy tales and all that, but that was with the expectation that she would grow to accept that magic wasn’t real someday. Far in the future. Kids have to be able to believe in things like magic when they were little, that was just how the world worked. He wasn’t going to go around messing with that by making it scary and real.
He still doesn’t want to leave Steve for the whole weekend, which he knows doesn’t make much sense. It’s not like Danny’s been really accomplishing anything hanging around like this, and Kono’s offered to take over, at least for the weekend. He can—he could take her up on it, just for the day, then bring Grace over on Sunday for some time at the beach and tell her that Steve had to go do something at the office. It could work.
Danny tries not to read too much into the relief in Kono’s face when he agrees to go home, since Grace was getting dropped off in a few hours, and Danny hadn’t been to his apartment for days.
~*~
Danny hardly sleeps at all that night, despite the bone-deep exhaustion he feels and the comfort at getting to sleep vertically on a surface that wasn’t primarily intended for sitting. It just seems to quiet. Even with the sounds of Grace talking in her sleep intermittently, it just isn’t quite right. He can’t pinpoint the problem, though, so he kept tossing and turning until morning.
Grace stumbles out of bed at around ten o’clock. Sometimes, Danny swears she’s already turning into a teenager or something because just a couple of years back, she would have been up by six and ready to watch cartoons with him.
Danny makes pancakes while Grace plans their day, rollerskating is apparently the theme of the week and Danny is already planning how he can get out of this one without a bruised tailbone among other things. He calls Kono when Grace is ordering their shaved ice in the park; no change
~*~
Saturday night is just as restless, though Danny has a few bruises to add to the mix. Coordination and things strapped to your feet was just not a balanced equation. One did not equal the other. This is why he makes Grace wear a helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads, no matter how many times she gives him the puppy dog eyes.
He thinks about calling Kono again, but after the fifth call, when Grace was rushing her teeth, Kono made Danny promise that he wouldn’t call again unless the witch showed up. She sounded more than a little annoyed when she said it, too, but Danny couldn’t help it. He’d gotten used to checking up on Steve throughout the day. He’d even gotten used to his stupid snoring, after a while.
Needless to say, Danny was glad when Sunday morning rolled around and he got to go back h— to Steve’s place. Grace was just as excited about swimming; Danny swears living in Hawaii has made her half fish.
Danny manages to lure Grace back out of the water and into the house with promise of lunch at half past one. Of course, she sneaks into Steve’s room when she was supposed to be putting on dry clothes. Danny finds her sitting with Kono at the foot of Steve’s bed.
“Grace, monkey, what are you doing in here? Lunch is on the table, come on.” Danny places a hand on her back to guide her out of the room.
“Is he ever going to wake up, Danno?” She asks, eyes wide. He wants to reassure her that, yes, absolutely Steve will wake up. He is super SEAL after all, he’s not going to be defeated by a little napping-curse. But Danny’s been wondering the same thing lately.
He bites the inside of his lip before answering. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
“Well, if he’s cursed, you can break that, right? They always break it in the movies!”
“We’re trying, babe. We’re trying so hard.” Danny crouches down next to her and cupping her face. “Okay? Good. Now, come on, your grilled cheese is getting cold, and now you hate it when the cheese gets all crusty.”
tale as old as all this island bullshit. or, why Danny feels his hatred of coconuts is justified 4/?
He still doesn’t want to leave Steve for the whole weekend, which he knows doesn’t make much sense. It’s not like Danny’s been really accomplishing anything hanging around like this, and Kono’s offered to take over, at least for the weekend. He can—he could take her up on it, just for the day, then bring Grace over on Sunday for some time at the beach and tell her that Steve had to go do something at the office. It could work.
Danny tries not to read too much into the relief in Kono’s face when he agrees to go home, since Grace was getting dropped off in a few hours, and Danny hadn’t been to his apartment for days.
Danny hardly sleeps at all that night, despite the bone-deep exhaustion he feels and the comfort at getting to sleep vertically on a surface that wasn’t primarily intended for sitting. It just seems to quiet. Even with the sounds of Grace talking in her sleep intermittently, it just isn’t quite right. He can’t pinpoint the problem, though, so he kept tossing and turning until morning.
Grace stumbles out of bed at around ten o’clock. Sometimes, Danny swears she’s already turning into a teenager or something because just a couple of years back, she would have been up by six and ready to watch cartoons with him.
Danny makes pancakes while Grace plans their day, rollerskating is apparently the theme of the week and Danny is already planning how he can get out of this one without a bruised tailbone among other things. He calls Kono when Grace is ordering their shaved ice in the park; no change
Saturday night is just as restless, though Danny has a few bruises to add to the mix. Coordination and things strapped to your feet was just not a balanced equation. One did not equal the other. This is why he makes Grace wear a helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads, no matter how many times she gives him the puppy dog eyes.
He thinks about calling Kono again, but after the fifth call, when Grace was rushing her teeth, Kono made Danny promise that he wouldn’t call again unless the witch showed up. She sounded more than a little annoyed when she said it, too, but Danny couldn’t help it. He’d gotten used to checking up on Steve throughout the day. He’d even gotten used to his stupid snoring, after a while.
Needless to say, Danny was glad when Sunday morning rolled around and he got to go back h— to Steve’s place. Grace was just as excited about swimming; Danny swears living in Hawaii has made her half fish.
Danny manages to lure Grace back out of the water and into the house with promise of lunch at half past one. Of course, she sneaks into Steve’s room when she was supposed to be putting on dry clothes. Danny finds her sitting with Kono at the foot of Steve’s bed.
“Grace, monkey, what are you doing in here? Lunch is on the table, come on.” Danny places a hand on her back to guide her out of the room.
“Is he ever going to wake up, Danno?” She asks, eyes wide. He wants to reassure her that, yes, absolutely Steve will wake up. He is super SEAL after all, he’s not going to be defeated by a little napping-curse. But Danny’s been wondering the same thing lately.
He bites the inside of his lip before answering. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
“Well, if he’s cursed, you can break that, right? They always break it in the movies!”
“We’re trying, babe. We’re trying so hard.” Danny crouches down next to her and cupping her face. “Okay? Good. Now, come on, your grilled cheese is getting cold, and now you hate it when the cheese gets all crusty.”