* 𝓳͟𝘰 .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀ 𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.

“i know, freak,” danny chuckles, taking a sip of his beer and glancing towards her. “how many babies you deliver today?”

“let me be nice,” danny huffs, taking a bite of his chicken. “you complain when i’m not nice, you complain when i’m nice. when do i get to win?”

“yeah. see the way your face scrunches up at my food sometimes,” danny admits, using his fork to cut his chicken up. “figured i’d learn to make stuff that you like.”

“proud of you,” danny says with a chuckle, cheeks red from the kiss and he moves to grab his plate. “been learning how to make other stuff for you, though.”

“why the hell not?” danny asks, clearly disapproving with a frown tugging at his lips. “i told you to bring a granola bar or something in case you got busy.”

danny chuckles, going back for his own plate. “you’d swear you haven’t eaten in a month,” he says, setting it down next to her before grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge.

“hey there,” danny says, putting her plate of grilled chicken, potatoes and veggie on the island. “just in time. just finished cooking.”

same. door’ll be unlocked.

kay, i’ll fix you somethin’ to eat.

wanna come over?

wanna talk about it?

what happened?

i’m fine, jo.

don’t you dare.

not how that works.

can’t. had to come in. i was on call.

m’tired.

yeah, audrey’s pissed.