So lots of thanks for all those that reviewed Carded. And since you did, and asked so nicely, here's Danny's side on Father's Day. By the way "Un-Card!" is kind of like the jousting term, "engaurd!" (thanks for the correction talkstoangels77).

Un-Card!

It occurred to him that he needed to get up, get ready for work, but he lay there, eyes closed, waiting for the sound of the alarm. He'd first woken when he'd heard Lucy over the monitor, and he'd felt Lindsay rise first, leaving him to sleep. After that, he was in and out. He heard the shower, and then later the rustling of fabric as Lindsay got ready for the day.

Danny rolled over in bed and blinked against the early morning sunlight and realized what had woken him up as he heard another cry from the baby monitor. He lay there, expecting to hear Lindsay's voice. Instead, Lucy's cries got louder.

He rolled out of bed and rubbed his face as he headed to Lucy's room. "Linds?" he called out into the apartment, but was met only with silence. He frowned as he glanced toward the kitchen area, but headed straight into the nursery. Lucy's cries reached a new pitch.

"Hey Luce—you seen your mommy?"

Lucy's only answer was a breath before she resumed her cries. He leaned over, shifted her so he could check her diaper, and winced at the stink. "Lucy—you sneak into the kitchen for something besides milk? What on earth did you eat?"

Lucy hiccuped, continued to cry. As he reached for her, the smell became more obvious. "No wonder mommy went into hiding. We may both need a bath when this is all over."

As he picked her up from her crib, he saw the enveloped propped up by Lucy's fluffy pink rabbit. But Lucy came first.

Bath, he thought as he removed her soiled onsie and diaper. We may need to fumigate the entire apartment.

He dealt with the diaper as fast as possible, cleaned and powdered her bare bottom. By the time he got the diaper on, her cries had turned to a slight whimper.

He picked her up, clad only in her diaper and held her out in front of him, as if giving her a once over. "Better?" he smiled and brought her against his chest, to rock her gently. He smiled as he heard her sigh, and gently pressed his cheek to rub against her soft hair.

Then he remembered the envelop.

"So, you think your mommy told us where she was going?"

With Lucy held against him with his left arm, he reached down and picked up the envelope and pushed open the unsealed flap with a finger. As he pulled the card out, he smiled at the cartoon picture of a baby with a little a crown on her head. It read From your little princess …

He pushed open the card with his thumb. His smile trembled at the Happy Father's Day written in child like letters across the inside, with the baby sitting on the er of Father, dress in a diaper and a crown.

He'd known it was Father's Day today, he just hadn't let himself think about it very much. He would work, try to get home in time for dinner. Have a nice evening with Lindsay and Lucy. It was more than he'd ever done for his own father.

He blinked back tears and turned Lucy so she could see the card too. On the bottom right hand side, Lindsay had left a message.

Danny, when I saw Mac had you scheduled for today (he should have known better!!), I asked him if I could come in for you. It is, after all, your very first Father's Day, and from what you told me, maybe even your first real Father's Day. I really wanted you to have this day with Lucy.

I'm not due back for full time yet, so Mac's keeping me to lab duty. Yankees versus Mets is set, as always, on the DVR. Maybe in the future you and Lucy could go for real, make it into a family tradition. I actually looked it up to get you tickets, but I figured you would want to spend it with Lucy--diaper changes, feedings and all. Your favorite microwave popcorn is out by the microwave. You have a steak, potatoes and, as we say in Montana, fixins, in the fridge.

Thanks Daddy, for making me a happy Mommy. By the way, when Lucy's ready for something to wear, open the little pink bag. It's for you.

Danny looked around the room, spotted the bag on the dresser, then returned to read the last few lines.

Enjoy your day, Danny.

I love you.

He smiled.

"I love you too," he murmured. He walked over to the dresser, set the card down and reached into the bag. He grinned as he pulled it out of the bag and lay it flat.

In big, bold letters it read Daddy's Girl Today.

"What do you think, Luce?" he asked, holding it out for her. "Ready to get some clothes on you?"

When he looked at his daughter, she was smile—his first smile of the day. He pressed his lips to her cheek. "Lets get this day started."

Barely in time for Father's Day ... but here none the less.