Danny Phantom Fan Fiction ❯ You Can't Escape My Love ❯ Chapter 13

Sam and Danny were relieved when the doctor appeared, the older male seeming unaffected with the same worry as the others in the room as he sat before the end where the baby was trying to come out, assuring the parents that there was nothing to be worried about as he began to order the nurses around him to tasks as he reached out, instructing the Goth to push. Sam did as instructed, a cry coming from the baby that entered the world, the doctor at that end smiling as he stated, "You are the proud parents of a beautiful baby girl." At the word of the doctor a nurse came over and taking the small female headed off to clean the baby while the aged doctor instructed Sam to take a few deep breaths. "When you feel the need to push, Miss Manson then do it." A nurse on the other side seemed unsure about this as she wailed about the machines that were there to instruct in such things, the older male brushing them off. "Women were giving birth before these machines were even thought of!"

Danny turned to Sam and to the surprise of the woman on the bed said, "Our daughter, Danielle." She blinked but before she could say another word her body signaled that it was time to push, the raven haired female complying though she wanted to know why he had chosen that name. Another few pushes and the woman next to him gave birth, the doctor holding their second child, a boy. Like his sister he had raven hair, his eyes closed as he yelled about how bright it was. "Samuel." Sam didn't say a word, though it was another question that she stored for later, her mind too preoccupied with the need to bring another child into the world, but this time before Danny could say a word the first nurse, the one with their daughter freaked out, a scream echoing around them, though the doctor seemed less than concerned with her reaction, his curt words for her to relax making the pair relax. If it was serious then the doctor before them would have turned from his task of helping bring another son into the world, his cries joining in with his brother who was still making a fuss. Their daughter was quiet, a disconcerting thing for the pair of ghost fighters but Sam forced her attention back to the task at hand as the doctor passed off their third child, Damien.

As their last child came forth, the Goth took a deep breath, her eyes heavy as she lay back. Danny was quick to grab a wet rag offered to him by another nurse, her demeanor similar to the doctor as she walked off to assist in cleaning the last child, another boy whose name was to be Sebastian. As he cleaned her face, the sweat making her hair stick to her skin, they waited for their children to be readied to meet them, the nurses taking measurements and other observations, though the nurse that had screamed in terror moments ago was gone, another nurse taking her place. The doctor came to stand beside the bed, his words of congratulations lost to the pair as they just nodded. Sam opened her eyes just as the nurse handed her Danielle, the raven haired child opening her eyes to her parents, their smiles of awe lost on the small child as she whimpered slightly for food.

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An hour later, after all four were fed, the babies put to rest in little cribs the left of Sam, the woman in question resting as well while Danny just stood there. He looked down at his children, their little chests rising and falling with each breath, and wondered how he had gotten so lucky. He might still be working on his relationship with their mother, but the halfa silently promised his children that nothing would rip the family in two. He loved their mother and would never hurt her. No, he would make her his wife, the pair of them living happily ever after.

A few days later found the pair back home, the Goth changing a diaper as Danny dressed their son, Sam, in a pair of blue jean overalls with a red shirt, his blue eyes wide as he looked up at his father. There was a look in those eyes, one that spoke volumes. He seemed to be studying the male clipping the final button into place before putting some white socks onto his feet. Sam was speaking softly to Damien, his own amethyst eyes watching his mother with open adoration. It was like the dream, as if he were some stranger to his own children. While they were only a few days old the halfa felt that they knew more than an infant should. "My little demon," Sam cooed. "You are going to be such a wildfire." It was true. Even only a few days old the little boy was rather fussy, always screaming when he knew his father was resting after a long fight or when Sam was taking a moment to feed one of his siblings, though he wasn't like that all the time. He could be a sweetheart when he wanted, cooing up at his mother as she finished strapping the diaper in place.

"Sam is dressed," the halfa stated before placing his son back into a crib for the moment before taking Damien from him, the small boy pouting for a moment before smirking. He was so unpredictable unlike his brother, Sam. Sam was the angel in the group, his smiles never ending like his father had been as a child. Dani was stern, her look one of someone much older as she watched her father and even her mother failed to get too many smiles from the small girl.

"Danny," the Goth said as she pulled Dani into her arms before placing her on the changing table. "What made you choose to call them by those names?" The halfa didn't know how to answer that, though he knew she would believe him, he was uncertain how she would feel about his dream. "I mean, seriously, those names were the ones that I had thought of just a few months ago when we found out the genders."

"It came to me in a dream..." he stated, fading off as he pulled the matching outfit, the shirt on this one a blue one with stripes of white on the hem of the sleeves. "I saw them, our children older and they told me their names." She raised a brow, though he was right that she did believe him. She believed that he had dreamed their names, but she felt that there was more to this and the halfa knew that she was waiting for the other half. "They were mad at me, ironically like they appear to be now." She let out a surprised giggle.

"Danny, they are babies," she pointed out. "How can you tell that it's not gas or something?" He pointed to Damien, the boy indeed looking at his father in a less than friendly manner, though it wasn't a real hateful look, since the boy was mainly just scowling, his brows unable to commit to the look. She looked down at their son and was shocked to see that indeed the small boy wasn't looking all that happy to be in his father's company. "Hmm, that is rather odd. Didn't know infants could make that face."

"They think that I am going to leave you," he stated before finishing up dressing the small boy. "None of them had any faith in me." Sam felt her heart clench. That was her fault wasn't it? She hadn't even given him a chance until the last part of her pregnancy and while she found that she had more faith in him than she had before the birth of their children, she had already tainted her children's feelings for their father. She leaned over to look her son in his amethyst orbs.

"Now looky here," she said, reaching out to stroke the soft hair on the infant's head. "Your father and I both made mistakes. You be nice." She came off stern, though a small chuckle managed to escape her lavender lips. Turning back the pair finished dressing their children before starting their day.

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Everything went smoothly for the pair, the babies like most with their night feedings, but between the pair they established a schedule, a routine that got the babies on track before their sixth month. While no one but them had seen their children yet, the pair had wanted to get them situated before allowing outside sources to stimulate them. They were up at about six every morning and while some mornings it was just Sam getting them ready for the day, their father either out fighting a ghosts or just coming in from a long night, the couple had found their life turning out rather well, their relationship growing with each day that they spent together. While there was little time for romance the halfa found a few days a week when the children were asleep to woo his girlfriend. After a busy morning of keeping the babies entertained, the four babies took a noon nap, usually worn out enough to sleep for a few hours. The rest of the day was just as busy, though with the pair of them it was easy to multitask, each of them taking to feeding them or changing their diapers and now that they were six months along the couple had decided to have a small party for them.

"Your parents are going to be here first," Sam stated as she finished preparing a small salad, the halfa coming into the room with Sebastian in his arms, the boy the first one to warm up to him, only taking a few weeks to cling to his father. His other sons had been next, Dani, their only daughter coming in last with her begrudging way of accepting something. The small boy in his arms cooed as he reached out to pull on his father's lime green shirt, the buttons a shimmery black that seemed to grab the blue eyed gaze of their son.

"What about your parents?" he asked, though he was sure he knew the answer to that. Either they were not happy and would have nothing to do with their grandchildren or Sam had yet to tell them. She muttered something and while the halfa had felt surprise at her words, he asked her to repeat herself.

"They will be here," she stated, placing the bowl of greens to the side and grabbing a fork as well as another plate, the sandwich on there a large one for the halfa to eat before their parents would come over. "Seems that while they were surprised to find out that they were grandparents they were not surprised with who their father was." She turned to him, a strange smile on her lips. "They didn't even ask. They were like, so you finally had a child with him." He could see that it hurt with how her parents felt about him, but the fact that they wanted to be a part of their grandchildren's lives made the Goth happy. "I-I don't even have words." He reached over, pulling the raven haired female into his body before bestowing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"I have to agree that I am speechless, but at least they want to be grandparents," was his response, the amethyst eyes that lifted to look up at him filled with such strong emotions that the halfa found his lips meeting hers as their child giggled in his arms. The pair were so happy, their children seeming to pick up on it and with that the couple had found that happiness that had been waiting for them, though it wasn't complete. The halfa had the last key to that in his pocket, a small box sitting hidden in his dresser. He had something planned for her, a night that he hoped she would remember forever, his parents waiting for the chance to take their first grandbabies for a few hours to allow the raven haired male a chance to spend time with his love. She ended the kiss, a smile on her lips that was full of joy.

"Well, be prepared because you know how they are going to be," she said pulling back from him to head for the table to place the dishes. The pair finished eating, the other three children alerting them with a joined cry that they were awake, Sebastian talking in his baby talk as Danny headed for the nursery while Sam cleaned off the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher and joining him. After a bit of diaper changing as well as another outfit change the pair headed downstairs where four little bouncers sat waiting for the youngsters, the doorbell ringing just as they got the last child locked in and in motion. As the music played, the sound of the four babies laughing and cooing, Danny answered the door, coming face to face with the Mansons, the pair seeming to be a little uncomfortable as they greeted the father of their grandbabies.

"Hello, Daniel," Pamela said as she awkwardly hugged him before moving into the house. Jeremy was a little better, his greeting more natural as he asked to meet the newest members to his bloodline. A few minutes later, Sam handing her mother Sam, the nicest of the babies while her father crouched down to see Damien, the little boy giving him a once over before deciding that he wasn't that bad, smiling up at the blond male while still observing him. Danny was in the kitchen when his parents arrived, the pair of ghost fighters surprised to see the two wealthy parents of Sam in the home interacting with the four children, the Goth standing next to her father as Damien reached out to grasp at his grandfather's class ring, his mouth moving as he slapped at it.

"Hello son," Jack bellowed as he pulled his father into a hug, also moving to join the other grandparents, taking Dani into his arms, her eyes wide at this hulking male holding her. She seemed to be so surprised that when he held her over his head with a smile that she actually smiled herself, letting out a little giggle to the surprise of her parents. Maddie gave her son a hug before heading over with him to the last child, Sebastian reaching out for his father. When everyone had had a chance to hold each of the children, Dani refusing to release her grandfather to allow anyone else to hold her the adults took seats, conversation flowing smoothly before Jack broached the question with the other pair of grandparents about taking the babies for a few hours. "What do you say we spend a few hours at the park?" he asked Jeremy. The blond looked a little unsure, though he did nod when the hulking male nudged him with a laugh, Dani laughing with him.

"I guess we could catch up with these little guys," Pamela said, Damien looking over her shoulder at his mother, the look on his face priceless. Sam seemed to be the only one left, her own worries about the children forgotten when the halfa at her side grasped her hand, stating that it would be okay for their parents to get to know their grandchildren. When all was said and done the pair were left alone, the raven haired woman raising a brow when her boyfriend asked her if she wanted to go out for a little walk of their own.

"What do you have up your sleeve, Phantom?" she asked, a smirk lifting her lips. He shook his head, promising that he just wanted to spend some alone time with her, that they needed to spend some time outside of the house before they became hermits. Though she didn't believe him she nodded before asking, "What's the plan for the evening?" He laughed.

"I was thinking about a little trip to someplace special." Before the Goth could ask more questions the halfa pulled her into his arms before taking flight, the couple going intangible before exiting the house. The raven haired woman in his arms looked around them, taking in the sights even as the sun hid behind some clouds. It wasn't that late, the cloudy skies telling of a storm on the horizon even as the sun tried to peek out from behind the fluffy things. It didn't take her long to realize where they were going, the hill in the distance holding one lone tree, the leaves full and green even with Fall right around the corner. They touched down, the raven haired male still holding onto her waist as they walked over to the tree, the leaves hiding them from the rays as the sun burst thru for a moment, the warmth of the day dying as a whoosh of wind lightly pulled at her long hair. He stood beside her, looking down at her as she looked out at the view of the town, the town small from this view when it felt large when you were smack dab in the middle of it.

"It is very beautiful up here," she murmured. He silently agreed, though he was looking at a different view than she was. The woman at his side wore a pair of tight blue jeans, the pair of pants accenting her slim form, the baby weight just melting off of her a few weeks after the birth of their children. The sweater she wore was a deep green, the color making her skin look even more pale but all he could see was his beautiful Gothic girlfriend, her amethyst eyes shimmering with wonder before she turned to him. "Danny?" she asked, her brow rising again at his piercing stare. He smiled at her.

"Sam, I know that it wasn't all sunshine and roses for us, and while I regret all that happened I would never change the outcome of it all. We have four beautiful children and our relationship is practically perfect." She said nothing, though his last words made her heart tighten. Practically? What did he mean by that? He could see that uncertainty, that fear in her eyes, but he pulled her closer, his lips falling on hers for a moment, the peck meant to reassure her. "There is just one thing that would make it perfect." Her eye grew wide, tears instantly springing to her eyes. While she would have blamed this on her hormones before she couldn't blame it on them this time as the halfa before her fell to one knee, his hand pulling out a small black box, the velvet texture of it apparent as the fading sun hit it before disappearing behind the clouds again.

"Samantha Athena Manson, will you make my life complete? I want to live my life with you, waking up to your beautiful face every morning, feeding our babies, changing diapers and chasing them as they learn to run. I want to be there to make you smile, to wipe your tears and to love you every day that we have together. Will you make our family complete and full by being my wife?" The raven haired woman before him nodded, her throat clogged with emotion, that same emotion leaking from her amethyst eyes. He opened the box, the small stone the perfect choice, the stone a bright blue that matched his eyes with two more on the side that matched her own amethyst orbs. Slipping it on her finger he pulled her toward him, the pair falling back with the Goth falling onto him as they kissed, their lips meeting with the first crash of thunder.

The couple paid it no heed, as the passion of the moment blocked everything else out, that is until the rain burst from the now dark clouds above them, the halfa holding her tightly to him before taking to the skies. "I could never escape your love," she whispered, bestowing another kiss on his now wet lips, the pair getting soaked quickly before they made it to their house.

"I never want to escape your love," was his response as he pulled her into the house, the lights flickering with the next flash of lightning as the skies shook with thunder. As they kissed one more time, the door burst open to their astonishment, their parents loaded down with their kids entering their house. Laughter was all that was heard as they looked at their soaked relations. No, there was no escaping the love with all there was to love about their life.