I think this will be the final chapter in the story. I know I haven't updated since... ages ago. I'm terrible.

I'm feeling Danny Phantom inspired though, so maybe you'll see a few other DP stories from me.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and stuck with this story in all its 6 chapters. You're awesome, totally made my day each time I checked the reviews.

NOTE: This part of the story implied 'adult' things. Not enough that I think it should be M, but you'll see. If you think it's too far and should be M, let me know and I'll fix it up.

Also, let me know if you think I can continue this. I think I might be able to, but I dunno... review and we'll see what you think, eh? :)


Danny smiled at his new wife, her dark hair falling over her face as he leant in to plant a kiss on her lips. Sam smirked as people all around them cheered, flowers raining through the air as he swung her around.

"The baby, Danny." She reminded him playfully, and his hands immediately flew to her barely pregnant belly, as if to check it was still there. "Settle down, it's okay." She whispered, leaning in to him. "We should probably tell them after the honeymoon." Danny nodded in agreement, and kissed her again before they walked down the aisle to the reception. Danny caught the familiar brown eyes of his little saviour, who was not so little anymore. At his age of twenty-four, Melissa had grown into a strong seventeen, the one who had convinced him to keep fighting all those years ago, and the fourth person to know his secret.

She waved and beamed at him, and he grinned back. She looked pretty, but as prejudiced as he was, he had to say Sam looked radiant. Still, it was so good to see her healthy and grown up, even after the car accident nearly claimed her life.

"Finally, Danny!" she called out, her voice all but lost in the sea of cheering and hooting. Sam waved to the younger girl, and Melissa gave the new Mrs. Fenton a thumbs-up. Sam blushed as Danny kissed her cheek, swinging her into his arms and carrying her bridal-style to the reception. They did the newly-married couple traditions, like cutting the cake and dancing, while still dealing with his fame as Danny Phantom as fans asked for his autographs.

"Sorry guys," he declined with a shake of his head, "This is my wedding night." The fans would leave under the harsh glare of his wife, but not willingly. Danny sighed, drawing the woman he loved closer.

"Are you sure we should be having the baby? I mean, he's going to grow up with all this-" he gestured at the retreating people, "all the time. Especially if he gets my powers, then it'll be worse-" Sam pressed her finger to his lips.

"You worry too much. The kid will be strong, like his parents. And who says it's going to be a he?" she teased playfully, ever the feminist. "But honestly Danny, I know we're doing the right thing. This baby is going to have the best dad in the world. Who doesn't want their father to be a hero?" Danny grinned.

"I guess so. Thanks, Sam." He said softly. There was a cough from behind them, and they broke apart out of habit. Melissa grinned at them, her arms crossed.

"PDA's aren't usually okay in my books, but on your wedding night I think you're entitled to a few." She smiled, stepping in to hug each of them. "Congrats, guys."

"Thanks, Mel." Sam smiled.

"No problem. Awesome wedding bash, by the way." She grabbed something off a passing waiter's tray, and popped it into her mouth, "Nice food, good music, and a few cute guys."

"I don't need to hear that last part!" Danny cringed, while the girls' laughed.

"What about that one over there, Mel?" Sam smirked, pointing to a good-looking teenager sitting by himself in the corner. "That's my uncle's son." Mel nodded in approval.

"I think I'll get go say hi in a minute. But first..." Melissa's eyes moved to Sam's stomach. "I believe you two have got something you need to tell me?" Danny and Sam raised their eyebrows at her.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked in nervous surprise. Melissa crossed her arms again, giving them a wry smile.

"Sam hasn't had anything to drink all night, Danny, you've touched your wife's belly on more than one occasion, and you both looked really guilty when I mentioned you hiding something. So, spill." Mel grinned. Sam sighed, but smiled all the same.

"Damn it, just when we thought we were good at keeping this all under wraps." She muttered. "'Kay, I'm pregnant, we don't know if it's a girl or a boy, and we were going to tell after the honeymoon."

"Will the baby have Danny's ghost powers I wonder?" Mel mused.

"Maybe. It's my DNA, so I guess so." Danny sighed.

"What's your DNA?" a voice asked brightly.

"Uh, nothing Mr. Manson." Danny said, turning to face Sam's father. Sure, Sam's family had accepted his ghost DNA like everyone else, but Danny didn't really want the father of his bride knowing he'd be a grandpa so soon.

"I think it's time I stole my daughter away from you, before you steal her away from me." He smiled, taking Sam's hand.

"Dad!" she groaned half-heartedly, "I love you, but no more of the cheesy one-liners, okay?"

"Okay, sugar-plum." He agreed. He smiled at Danny and Melissa, and led Sam away. Melissa waggled her finger at Danny.

"Bad boy! Daddy-in-law doesn't know yet, huh?"

"Well, I don't exactly want to have that conversation with him and her Mom... it's more than awkward. She's their daughter!" Danny moaned, shaking his head. Melissa laughed.

"What did they think you two were doing while you were dating and engaged? Baking cookies?" Mel shook her head. "You knew this was coming, Danny. Girlfriends, marriage, fatherhood... grandfatherhood..."

"Woah, woah, slow down!" Danny yelped. "I'm only 24! Besides, I don't even know if I'll be a good Dad. I mean-"

"And I'm only 17. And yesterday, it seems like I was 7, you were 14, and you still had a big secret under your nose. Well- oh wow! Now you've got another. It's like they attract you. Or you attract them... oh well, my point is- we've only got a short time here on earth, so quit worrying that you won't be a good Dad, and think about how you can be an awesome Dad. 'Good' is sort of a given. You'll be fine."

"I suppose you're right. Hey- when did you become so serious?" Danny asked.

"Since my big brother needed a good mental slap to snap him out of his hole of future-worrying."

"Ah. I see."

"Look Danny, you've got Sam, you've got Tuck, you've got your parents, and you've got me. It's not as if you're being thrown to the sharks here. Hell, I'm sure your massive fanbase would be willing to help... they've been approaching you enough tonight." Danny shuddered, remembering Sam's murderous glare.

"I don't think I'll be asking my fans for help. That's exactly what I'm trying to avoid- I don't want my kid in the spotlight. I want him to grow up normal, like I did... for the most part." Danny sighed. Melissa laughed loudly.

"Your parent's hunted ghosts, and you became one. How is that growing up normal?" she asked questioningly.

"You know what I mean, Mel." He answered with a frown.

"Okay, okay. Sorry, I'll be serious. Look, Danny, I don't think there's any way to avoid having the baby in the public eye. It's just unavoidable." Mel sighed, "But maybe you can get him or her used to it. The kid'll be tough. Like his Mom and Dad."

"That's what Sam said." Danny smiled faintly. "Thanks Mel."

"That's what I'm here for. Now, I think I have a certain cousin of Sam's to introduce myself to. Wish me luck, big brother." Melissa hugged him, kissing his cheek and grinning. "You're my best friend, Danny. I'm really happy for you. I'll see you before you ride off into the sunset with Sam, okay? But right now, this is your night. Live it up, Fenton." With one final wave, Melissa strode across the room. Danny watched as she sat down beside Sam's cousin, already laughing and talking loudly a few minutes into the conversation. That girl had no fear.

"Hey." Sam grinned, "Time for another round of dancing?" her wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her again.

"You bet." They passed the two talking teenagers, and Mel winked at Danny knowingly. Where had the time gone? Melissa was right, it seemed like yesterday that a little 7 year old saved him from giving up everything, and now she was a strong, confident teenager, while he was a married man and a soon-to-be father.

He smiled at the woman he loved, his hand sub-consciously flitting to her belly once again, and he felt complete. This is was he wanted- his family. And he'd keep fighting for it.


That one was heaps longer than the others have been :)

Remember to tell me if I should continue or not.