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The First Child (or Vlad's a CREEP):
Danielle was fast.
Danny was faster.
“Danielle Fenton!” he bellowed, holding the struggling girl.
She went limp and instead began begging, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know! Promise! I’ll—I’ll leave. I won’t come back!”
“Dani,” Danny was softer now, embracing his—his daughter, “we’re not mad! Not at you!”
“Sam is,” Danielle spat fearfully.
“Sam is—Sam?” Danny, still holding Danielle tight, turned to his girlfriend and found her with a thousand-yard stare into thin air.
“How did that—that frootloop get my DNA?” Sam asked no one and everyone.
Everyone stilled; she was right.
Vlad had almost unfettered access to Danny but Sam?
“Let’s just not think about it?” Danny suggested in a high-pitched voice, “We have other problems?”
Sam finally came back to herself and eyed him warily, “What problems—if you even think I have a problem—”
“Dani thinks you’re mad at her,” Danny said quickly, still restraining Danielle.
“Oh. No! Dani, I’m not mad at you, sweetheart,” the endearment came easily and naturally, “I’m—surprised. Shocked. Mad at Vlad. Not you.”
Danny brought Danielle to her and Sam really looked at the girl, instantly cataloguing her own features in the girl—her daughter.
She started laughing, laughing so hard she was crying.
“Sam?”
“My mom and dad,” she laughed, “are going to kill us all. I think they have nightmares about Danny and me being teen parents.”
Danny’s eyes widened, “Oh, fudge!”
Sam began earnestly crying, “Oh my god, Danny! We’re parents!”
Danny let go of Danielle, “Oh, fudge.”
Danielle was frozen, “P-parents?”
Her voice was small and hopeful; she was blinking rapidly.
Danny regained his composure, cupped her face in his hands and said, gently, “Parents, Danielle. We’re your parents and we’re gonna act like it. You don’t have to run away.”
Danielle began crying, latching onto her—her father, who hugged her to him, whispering affirmations of their love of her.
Sam joined in on the hug.
Maddie and Jack slipped from the lab to give them some time alone.