"That was absolutely ridiculous, Danny," Jazz was berating him as she scraped and rinsed off an egg-caked dish. "You can't believe that Dad ever looked attractive in a Speedo."

"Nah, but you have to give the old man some slack. He was young once, Jazz." Danny's eyes laughed with his lips as he dried the plate Sam handed him.

"Yeah, but the thought of him in underwear - let alone a bathing suit - is seriously disturbing." Jazz shuddered visibly, handing Sam the next washed dish.

Sam burst into laughter as she rinsed the leftover soap residue from it. "I second that shudder," she announced. "It is disturbing, Danny, seriously."

"What do you think Sam, that I'm always going to be this sexy?"

"Believe it or not, Danny, I haven't thought much about you being old in a Speedo."

"That's just gross," Jazz announced, rinsing the last dirty glass.

"I agree," Sam said, staring up at Danny, who pretended to be hurt.

"I am shocked, that two of the most wonderful, intelligent, beautiful, amazing women in my life are talking against me so badly. Do you hate me? Would you rather some debonair actor to be the one to finish helping you dry these dishes?" Danny put down his dish towel and threw up his arms, putting on his best melodramatic pouting act.

"Actually, yes," Jazz said finally, shaking her head.

"Mm, who should we get, Jazz?" Sam asked, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"I'm not sure…" she turned to Danny. "Any suggestions, baby brother?"

"I am too hurt right now," he said, sticking out his lower lip.

Evan entered the kitchen, pulling a fresh trash bag from the cabinet to put in the empty kitchen can. "What are these mean women doing to you, Danny?"

"Being their horrible, scheming selves." Danny said, drying the last glass.

"Tragic, isn't it?" Evan asked, putting the lid on the trash can. "The most beautiful creatures are usually the most dangerous, and deadly." He walked over to Jazz and she laughed and gave him a loud peck on the lips.

"That's it, Lover Boy," Jazz smirked at Evan. "I'm deadly, alright."

"That must make me dangerous," Sam pursed her lips and nodded in mock agreement.

"Absolutely," Danny put the glass up in the cabinet above his head and wiggled his eyebrows at her. She held up the spray nozzle like a loaded gun.

"Don't come any closer," Sam warned, "or we'll have to clean up another mess."

"You think a little bit of water will stop me?" He kept both eyebrows raised as he edged closer to her.

"No," Sam announced, "I guess that means you win."

Sam giggled as Danny bent down and kissed her – on the nose.

"But I am dangerous!" She said loudly, as he kissed her cheek. "And don't you forget it!" She wagged a finger at him. He planted another kiss on her forehead, and one on each eyebrow.

"Dangerous as a sleeping baby, maybe," he said, grinning.

"Oh, shut up," she said, swatting at him.

"A sleeping baby," Jazz repeated, awed. Her eyes lit up. Evan bent down and kissed her, and she smiled dreamily. He put his arm around her and they walked out of the kitchen together.

"What's with her?" Sam asked, pushing Danny away from her, trying to get him to answer her question instead of kissing her.

"Oh, you know. She's just pregnant," Danny bent down for another kiss, but Sam was already dashing out of the kitchen to talk to Jazz.

"Women," Danny muttered, shaking his head.

Later that afternoon, Danny and Sam found themselves in a child-like state, in Danny's front yard, lying in the grass, just taking in the sunshine. Danny's head was resting on both of his hands, arms bent at the elbows. Sam had her hands resting on her stomach, and neither of them was talking. It was quiet, and peaceful, which allowed Sam to think.

She didn't really like thinking at this point.

She had gone over all the scenarios, two of which even involved ending up with Jesse. That, she decided, was not a good sign. Danny, his adorably oblivious self, would only interfere with her thoughts by interjecting when he saw a particularly unusual or amusing cloud shape. She suddenly wished he would have something important to talk to her about, or even not-so-important. But he promised that he'd give her all the space she needed, and she started to wonder if giving her space was a good plan. Just as she was about to open up and talk to him about her fears, a familiar figure approached the yard, drooped lower than usual.

"Hey, Tuck," Danny said lazily.

"Hey," Tucker responded, as lackadaisical as a dying plant. Then he did a double-take, in Sam's general direction. "Did I miss something?"

"Pretty much," Sam smirked, patting the huge empty spot next to her in the yard.

Tucker shrugged and made his way over, resting one arm on his stomach, and the other just above his head. "Anybody care to tell me why you're home, Sam?"

"Well," she started, fidgeting her fingers.

"Remember how you said you always figured we'd end up together…?" Danny offered.

Tucker sat straight up and turned to face them.

"You're kidding me." He blurted.

Sam shook her head, laughing a little.

"Serious as a ghost thermos," Danny joked.

"Man! I told you I knew it!" Tucker laughed incredulously. "That's great, guys, really it is…" He lay back down in the grass, plucking blades in patches from the yard.

"What's wrong, Tuck? You seem down." Danny asked, resting up on his elbows.

"Eh, you were right, Danny. It was stupid of me to rush into a relationship with Hannah Baker. She and I got into a huge fight over something really stupid, and we were over before we even started," Tucker blew out his breath and shook his head.

"Well, that's sad," Danny said.

"Join the club, Tucker," Sam laughed a little, without meaning to.

Danny turned to face her. "What does that mean?"

"What do you mean, 'what does that mean'? It means, a lot of things are over before they start. It's just the way of the world." Sam shot him a back off sort ofglare and he blinked at her.

"Are you sure that's all it means?" Danny asked, searching her face with raised brows.

"If it wasn't, don't you think I'd own up to it?" Sam scowled.

"No," both Danny and Tucker chimed, laughing at their unity.

"Oh, that's great, you and I finally get together and now you don't trust me," Sam started to pick herself up off the grass but Danny gently grabbed her wrist and sat up, pulling her back down next to him.

"I didn't say that," he told her, slowly and close to her face.

"Well, then don't leave what you say up for interpretation," Sam told him, frowning.

Danny laughed out loud, and kissed her cheek. "You'd interpret it even if I was clear, sweetheart," he informed her.

She was about to retort, but Tucker cut her off. "Relax, Sam. He's goading you. Besides, all women are like that. You read between the lines. That can be a good thing; it can also be a dangerous thing. You just have to know how to use it," he told her, pointing a brown finger in her face. She scowled at him and smacked his hand away.

"Well, honey, I think I'll leave you two women-bashers to your complaining about women. Go… drink beer and play darts and burp loudly. You know… boy stuff." Sam gave Danny an icy glare, and his jaw dropped.

It was then that she noticed the darkening around his mouth and chin, and realized that he hadn't been shaving. She hoped more than anything he caught the teasing glint in her eyes so she didn't have to say another word.

"I don't drink beer," Danny announced to her, gently gripping her arms at the elbows and bending her down toward him. She didn't protest, even to a loud, quick, obnoxious peck on the lips. And when she pulled back, she saw his ecstatic grin. Yes, he had caught it.

"Yeah, you only enjoy hard liquor, right Fenton?" Tucker joked, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Oh yeah, Tuck, that's me." Danny rolled his eyes and so did Sam, shaking her head.

"I'll see you little boys later," she said, making her way towards her blue BMW that was waiting for her in Danny's driveway.

"Sam, didn't you just have a differentcar the other day? Do you get a new one every week?" Tucker asked her, squinting in confusion.

"Oh, you mean the 'Vette? That's Dad's. He just let me borrow his while mine was getting a quick tune-up. This beauty, however, is all mine," she jingled the keys to the shiny blue car and made her way towards it.

"Yeah," she heard Danny say to Tucker as she was getting into the driver's seat, "but that beauty's mine." She heard Tucker's teasing laughter and knew Danny had meant her.

Sam smiled to herself. He was getting good at chasing her doubts away.