Well, I hadn't planned on adding to this story. Thanks to Llanea for giving me a nudge. Plus I really needed a bit of fluff. Enjoy!

The house was quiet. Everyone had said their good-byes and gone home. No one had seen Danny again after he went upstairs to give Charlie a bath. They figured he'd passed out from the excitement of the day.

They were right.

The light in the guest bath was still on, exhaust fan chugging away. Steve crept carefully along the hall, Grace at his heels. Cracked him up how stealthy she'd become. The techniques he'd taught her she'd perfected with ease. Danny was going to have a fun if she ever decided to sneak out with her friends.

Steve held up his arm to signal for Grace to stop. Danny and Charlie were both fast asleep.

She whispered. "I'm gonna get my phone. Don't wake them."

The scene before them was well worth capturing. But Steve didn't have it in him to let Grace pull one over on her dad. Danny didn't like his picture being taken, especially ones without his knowledge.

He smiled and watched his best friend and his son sacked out on the guest bed for another minute or two. Charlie covered with an afghan, and Danny half curled up beside him, feet hanging over the edge of the bed like he'd only intended to sit there until he was sure his son was asleep. Steve wondered what Danny looked like as a little boy because right now they were every bit the picture of father and son.

Walking softly over to the bed, Steve leaned in close to his friend. "Danny...hey. Hey, buddy. You guys stayin over?"

Danny's breathing changed slightly. Steve took this as a sign to continue.

"You sleeping here with Charlie?"

"Uh huh."

"I knew you were awake."

"Arm hurts."

"It would help if you stop laying on it."

"Fell asleep."

"Grace is coming back with her phone."

"So what, it's practically attached -" Danny opened one eye.

Steve grinned. "She's gonna take a picture."

"No way." Danny slowly extricated himself from his spot beside Charlie. He didn't want to wake his son.

Wobbly upon standing, Danny went white and sat back down on the bed.

"You alright?" Steve had held out his arms to make sure Danny didn't fall.

"Head rush."

They both looked at Charlie. Thankfully the boy was still sound asleep.

Danny shook his head slowly and smiled. "Don't know where he gets it. Sleeps like a log."

Their eyes met. And they both had the same thought. Maybe they once slept like that too.

"Uncle Steve!" A disappointed Grace appeared in the doorway, her loud voice cut off quickly when she saw Charlie still sleeping. Her next words were said more softly, but with a definite edge. "You woke him up. Traitor."

She poked Steve in the ribs.

"I will neither confirm nor deny." He smirked.

Unimpressed, Grace punched his arm.

"Ow!" Steve covered his mouth as soon as the sound escaped.

All eyes were on Charlie as he shifted in bed. They were met with a huge smile. "Why's everybody in my room?"

Which came out in the most adorable, sleepy little kid slur.

"They wanted to tell you good night, buddy." Danny ruffled Charlie's hair.

"Nightie night." Charlie grinned even wider.

"G'night, Charlie. I hope the bed bugs don't bite." Grace wrinkled her nose.

"Good night." Steve fought a giggle.

"There's bugs in here?" Charlie sat up, but he wasn't scared. He lifted the covers, curious about said bugs, peering over the bed before his dad grabbed him.

"No, no your sister is kidding." Danny slid closer to resettle his son. "It's time for bed, Tiger."

Charlie nodded, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, Danny turned back to his daughter and best friend, the beginnings of a frown on his face.

"You two." Danny waved his hand between them and then pointed toward the door. "Outta here now."

"But Danno." Grace whined.

"It's past your brother's bed time."

"Need my beauty sweep." Charlie chirped. "That's what Mommy always says."

Everyone looked at him, and Grace burst out laughing.

"All right, you guys! Enough." Danny grumbled, trying not to lose his cool.

Steve lingered in the hallway, waiting for Danny finish getting Charlie back to sleep. It was rare that he saw his partner so relaxed. He held his breath and listened as father and son said their good nights. And his heart melted just a little.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you more, buddy."

Thanks, as always, for reading. I'm working on the next Cracked chapter as well as more than one finale coda. Yep, that's right...hopefully you'll get to read them. Take care everyone!