Danny came home to find Sam a complete mess. He dropped his bag to the floor and ran to her, trying to understand what was the matter. Was she hurt? Did a ghost attack? Sam hardly ever cried, and yet here she was, weeping like something terrible had happened.
She pushed off his attempts to comfort her and glared, choking an explanation out between sobs. "You in-infected me with the- with the- the spawn of Satan!"
Danny furrowed his brow at this. Yesterday she was fawning over the "spawn of Satan" in a way that should make a goth ashamed.
"I guess that makes me Satan?" She smacked him. Okay, Danny. Not in a joking mood today... Tread lightly.
"I'm serious, Danny! I don't think this thing is even half me!"
"What did DJ do?" This earned him another glare. Tempting fate, Fenton.
"Lilith decided that she wanted me to break my ultra-recycle vegetarian diet today. I was this close to eating a burger. She is going to be the death of me, I swear to God, Danny."
Danny tried to keep a straight face, or perhaps to adopt a concerned look of sympathy. But instead he snorted in laughter. Which, he realized even then, meant he was going to die.
"It's not funny!" And then Sam did something so completely ridiculous that Danny fell to the floor, convulsed in laughter. She stamped her foot. Just like a petty school girl.
"Oh DJ you take after Daddy don't you?" Danny said when he gathered up his dignity enough to stop laughing.
"We are not naming this child 'Danny Jr!'" This screech made Danny stop. He had never once heard Sam's voice reach that height, and he barely stopped himself from chuckling.
"You're right, you're right." He put his hands up as a peace offering. "Spawn of Satan is a much better name. Perhaps just Spawn for short?" Sam scowled at him and threw her hands in the air.
"You know what? Your child can be named whatever you want. This carnivorous fetus that has invaded my womb will be your responsibility."
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