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Steve stands in front of the sink and gazes into the mirror. His reflection has no answers for him, and he runs a hand protectively over the little bump that is his belly.
It would be a lie to say that he doesn’t know how he got in this situation. He knows, exactly.
That’s the problem. It should have been so easy. Just say the words. But Danny was in the middle of a child crisis, and everything that Steve did seemed to be wrong.
Now he’s stuck. He cannot move forward, for fear of what Danny might say.
Whatever Danny says, Steve is not moving back.
He rests his hand on his belly. He is going to have to do or say something, because in a little over a week or so, judging by the growth rate, everyone is going to know exactly what his situation is just by looking at him.
If the rest of the team, or, god forbid, someone from HPD figures it out and says something in front of Danny, Steve is doomed. He knows it.
Something very like a tear wells at that thought. Steve McGarrett rarely cries, and he tries so very hard to hold that tear back, because damn it hurts. Like it hurts every time Danny is short-tempered with him, hormones! Or the pain that Steve feels losing Danny. Or how hurt Danny is because Rachel lied to him about Charlie.
How hurt Steve feels because he overheard Danny say that two kids was enough and that thought had never entered Steve’s head. That Danny might not want a third child.
It shouldn’t have happened. He had the tendency, everyone knew that. It cropped up on his medical to join the Navy. The doctors’ opinion back then was that he was basically infertile, and he would be extremely unlikely to conceive, and since he was entering the Navy, with DADT and all that, he was unlikely to run into this at all.
DADT was over, Steve was with Danny and he was… He, Steven J McGarrett was pregnant and in a little under seven months time he would be bringing another Williams into the world, this one with McGarrett genes and he should be incredibly happy and he was….
Then Danny said the thing, and Steve’s happy little world was caving in on him.
He looked down at his hand. “It’ll be okay Baby. I promise.”