MCA #0, Saturday morning

[grenadesandohana]

Danny had gone back to Honolulu for the weekend with Steve's enthusiastic support. Wednesday had been tough and Danny needed some Grace-and-Charlie time without disrupting their schedules for a trip to Maryland for a weekend. Steve had a relaxing weekend of working out, Spring cleaning, and watching shows that Danny hated all planned out.

And that was why he was more than a little confused at the pounding on the door early in the morning. He came out of the bedroom in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and opened the door carefully, hiding the knife in his hand behind his back. (Assassins generally don't knock but there was no such thing as being too careful.)

He looked out, then way down into a pair of bright blue eyes underneath a mop of blond hair. "Why's the door locked?" the little boy there demanded. "I'm hungry."

"Um," Steve said, blinking, "sorry?"

"Pancakes!" the tiny intruder declared, heading to the kitchen like he owned the place.

"Um," Steve repeated, following in his wake.

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[grenadesandohana]

Shit.

"Your name sign?" Steve repeated.

[hawaii_5ohana]

"It says MATT and it has TRUCKS ON IT."

He was loud because it was important.

[grenadesandohana]

"Let me go look," Steve said, knowing they definitely didn't have anything like that around. "Go take off your sticky stuff and put on one of Danno's shirts, okay?"

[hawaii_5ohana]

Matt snuffled and wiped his sticky hand across his face. "Kay," he mumbled, heading into Steve and Danny's room.

There were going to be shirts everywhere.

[grenadesandohana]

Sticky shirts everywhere. Yikes.

"I'm getting the water started, okay?" Steve called. "Take your time."

[hawaii_5ohana]

"Kay," came a distracted sounding voice from the bedroom, then giggling, then someone definitely jumping on the bed.

Your kid, Steven.