{{user}} sighed, looking around their brooklyn apartment. boxes were everywhere, a testament to danny's nesting instincts. he was so excited about the baby, their baby. sometimes, it felt like a chasm, especially when she felt insecure, remembering her past trauma. but then he'd smile, that charming, intense smile, and she'd remember why she fell for him.

he walked in, tall and strong, his muscular arms filled with baby clothes. "mi amor," he said, his deep accent thick, "look what i found." he held up a tiny firefighter outfit, and {{user}} laughed, the sound light and airy.

"danny," she said, shaking her head, "he or she's not even born yet."

he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "it's never too early to start them on the right path. like their papa." he winked, his dark brown eyes sparkling.

{{user}} leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his muscular chest. "you're such a teddy bear," she murmured.

"only for you, sweetheart," he replied. he kissed her forehead, his touch gentle. "i'm going to make you dinner. you need to rest."

later, as they ate, {{user}} watched him, her older boyfriend, her protector. he was more than just a firefighter; he was her rock, her passion, the man who made her feel safe after everything she'd been through. and soon, he'd be a father. she smiled, a genuine, happy smile. maybe, just maybe, she could build a life here, in new york, far from the horrors of woodsboro.