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Na Leka No Na Keiki
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“Whatcha doin’ babe?” Steve asked, as he sat down at the dining room table next to him. He’d opened all the windows on that side of the house, letting the spring trade winds waft in, filling their home with the scent of the ocean.
“Writing a letter.” Danny said, without looking up from his writing.
“To who?” Steve asked.
“I think you mean ‘To whom’, Steven.” Danny said, still not looking up from his writing.
“To whom, grammar Nazi?” Danny could tell Steve was smiling by his tone, even though he was still focused on writing his letter.
“Jack. I’m writing my son a letter.” Danny said matter-of-factly.
“He’s been in this world less than a day and you’re already writing him letters? That’s cute, babe.” Steve mused.
“I want to do it before his birthday is over.” Danny said.
“And when will he read it?” Steve asked.
“When he’s 21.”
“Not 18?”
Danny shook his head and put the pen down for a moment, shaking the cramps out of his hand, finally looking up and meeting his husband’s inquisitive gaze. He shook his head.
“He won’t care when he’s 18. You’re more of an adult when you’re 21.” He smiled.
“What are you writing about?”
“It’s not private. You can read it when I’m done. I can make it from both of us.”
“If you like.” Steve said. “I think it’s a sweet idea.” He put a hand on Danny’s thigh as he leaned in for a kiss before getting back up. “We’ve got leftover pasta for dinner or I can order a pizza.”
“You decide babe. They both sound good.”
Danny returned to his letter.
***
Danny grabbed a plate as Steve brought the pizza back into the kitchen. The sky outside had turned a brilliant deep purple as nighttime fell upon the island.
“The letter’s on the table, finished.” He said. “Read it before you eat so you don’t get grease on it.”
“What if you get grease on it?” Steve said.
“I’m eating out on the lanai, and I will wash my hands thoroughly. Read it, babe.” He said, strolling outside, and taking a seat in a chaise.
Danny looked back inside and saw a smile spread across Steve’s face as he began to read.
May 8, 2012
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Jack:
Aloha, and Happy Birthday, son.
This day is very special to me and your Daddy Steve. It’s your only true birthday, the day you joined us in this fantastic world, and we’re so glad you’re here.
I held you for the first time today, and I can’t find the words tell you what a beautiful baby boy you are. You have ten perfect tiny little fingers with ten perfect tiny little nails that I’ll trim for you until you’re old enough to do it yourself. You have a thick head of jet black hair and these great big blue eyes that I hope stay as bright as the first time I saw them, although the nurses tell me they might change color.
I’m amazed that all this – you, your Daddy, and whatever brothers and sisters may come after you, has become my life. I never thought I’d be so lucky, but holding you in my arms I feel like, well, easily the most fortunate man on earth to have a son so beautiful and perfect as you are on your very first day. You have a healthy set of lungs, and when your Daddy changed you for the first time you peed all over him. He’ll get the hang of it soon, and I know you’ll love him as much as I do.
We’ve named you Jack Robert Pomaika’i McGarrett. Jack, after your grandpa McGarrett, who left this world before you arrived, Robert, after your grandpa Williams, Pomaikai’i, the Hawaiian word for Lucky, because of how lucky you make us feel, and McGarrett, of course, because you’re one of our growing ohana.
So, welcome to the world, little one. E komo mai. We’ll love you forever.
Your Father Danny McGarrett & Your Daddy Steve McGarrett
Danny saw the trail of a tear down Steve’s cheek as he sat down on his lap and kissed him.
“It’s beautiful, Danno.” Steve whispered as he pulled away, going right back in for some more kisses down the side of his cheek, as Danny set down his plate next to him and pulled Steve close.
“We really are lucky.” Danny said over his husband’s shoulder.
***
August 13, 2014
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Michael:
Aloha, and Happy Birthday, son.
Greetings from your parents, who love you very much. It starts today, and won’t end until we’re both gone. Your brother and sister love you too, although Grace is pretending to be “cool” about it, and Jack is too little to tell you, although he pointed and said “baby!” when we brought him to meet you today.
You have flaming red hair and light brown eyes that are almost golden. You remind me and your Daddy of warmth – the warmth in your appearance, the warmth in your smile (and you smile a lot) and the warmth we felt when we both held you for the first time. You bring warmth to our ohana, and so we named you Michael Patrick Mahana McGarrett. Michael, a Hebrew name (I have some Jew in me), Patrick (your Daddy and I both have some Irish), Mahana, Hawaiian for “warmth”, and McGarrett, because you’re ours – our dear boy, our second son, and you will be ours forever.
We’ve learned so much from your brother, and we hope you’ll learn a lot from him too. We hope you’ll learn a lot from us, and we’re looking forward to what you have to teach us, too. Today is a beautiful day, and it will always have a special place in my heart. Me ke aloha, my warm little baby boy. I know your warmth will touch many people throughout your life, may it be long and happy.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett
***
December 7, 2015
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Rebecca:
Aloha, and Happy Birthday, my beautiful daughter.
It’s been 13 years since I held a newborn baby girl in my arms, and it’s the greatest feeling. When I met you today I saw some of your sister Grace. I never thought I’d have another baby girl, much less one that equals the beauty of her, but you’ve got your own special beauty that draws the breath right out of me and leaves me speechless. That’s why I’m writing you this letter. Your Daddy Steve is reading over my shoulder and said that’s the very first corny Danno joke you’ll have to put up with, although by the time you read this letter, you’ll be sick of them.
As you’ll come to find out, today is a day of remembrance for something terribly that happened here in Hawai’i long before you or I or your Daddy were even thought of. In fact, your Great Grandfather McGarrett died on this day 74 years ago serving his country, and our ‘aina, our Hawai’i. It’s on days like today that I think about how terrible things happen, but life keeps on going. I get scared at the kinds of awful things I see every day, but I take solace knowing I’ve done my best to protect my family – your Daddy, your brothers and sister, and now you and your twin.
We’ve named you Rebecca Ann Momi McGarrett. Rebecca Ann after the woman who lost her husband on that terrible day, Momi which is Hawaiian for Pearl, and McGarrett because you’re the next chapter in a long story of love, and loss that’s been going on since long before you or I were thought of, and will continue long after we’re both gone.
Me ke aloha. Until the end of our days together.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett
***
December 7, 2015
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Mark:
Aloha and Happy Birthday, son.
You’re my fifth child and my third son, and I’m still amazed at how uniquely beautiful and perfect you are.
It’s a brilliant Monday morning here on O’ahu, not unlike another beautiful Sunday morning here 74 years ago when something terrible happened. You’ll come to learn soon enough what December 7 means to our Hawai’i, our nation and our family. We lost your Great Grandfather McGarrett on that day, who died protecting the things he loved from an enemy he didn’t yet know existed. That’s what your Daddy and I do, too, is protect you and your brothers and sisters and the rest of the people we love, and that’s what makes for a satisfying life. While your life may take a different direction, it’s important that you know how much we all love you, and how much we want you to be happy.
We’ve named you Mark Stephen Moliaola McGarrett. Mark from the Latin after Mars, the God of War, Stephen after your Great Grandfather McGarrett (who your Daddy was also named after), and Moliaola for the Hawaiian word for self-sacrifice. Sometimes life will feel like an ongoing struggle, but it’s important never to stop fighting for what makes you happy, and the best things in life are the things you love more than your life. For me, that’s you, and your Daddy, and your brothers and sisters – our ohana. I love you all more than my life, and if I ever need to, I’ll give my life to protect you.
Me ke aloha. And I’ll give everything to make sure you know it.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett
***
 
February 3, 2017
Washington, DC
Dear Jane:
Aloha and Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter.
You were born here in our nation’s capital because you came earlier than expected, before your birthmother had a chance to get back to Hawai’i. But I still got to hold you today, your real birthday, even though at the moment you were born your Daddy and I were somewhere over Colorado.
But when I held you, my beautiful blonde little girl with sparkling eyes, I knew I would have traveled the world over completely, and you were worth it. I now have three beautiful girls and three handsome boys, but you’re the fairest and most delicate in complexion (at least in your first day). Mark my words now, you will turn heads and break hearts when you’re older.
We named you Jane Shirley Pualani McGarrett. Jane for Jane Austen, a favorite author, Shirley from the Old English for “bright meadow” (your Daddy and I both have some English in us) and Pualani, Hawaiian for Sky Flower, because you blossomed while we were airborne on our way to meet you. There’s an army of brothers and sisters waiting for you at home in Hawai’i but I’m glad you were born here away from all that, because your Daddy and I now have some time to spend with just you while we’re taking you home.
Me ke aloha, my Sky Flower, may you always reach for your namesake in everything you do.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett
***
September 30, 2020
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Kevin:
Aloha and Happy Birthday, son.
It’s raining today, on the day of your birth. Your Daddy Steve tells me this is a fine, light rain, is much beloved as an omen of good luck and fine fortune in Hawaiian mythology. To me, rain is rain, but I love your Daddy because he’s nothing like me. You remind me of him already though, with your kind eyes and easy smile.
It’s hard to believe you’re my seventh child and my fourth son. You’ve all been so absolutely unique, every single one of you. When I started out as a Father, I thought more about the hopes and dreams and expectations I had for my children, but as they’ve grown, I come to think more about the expectations they have of me, and whether I’ll meet them. It’s always a worry at the back of a parent’s mind whether they’re doing right by their kids, and I can promise you it’s something I think about every single day. So if I ever do anything that you don’t understand or don’t like, I hope you know there’s that there’s well-intended, hope, and love, and fear behind it.
We named you Kevin James Ho’okili McGarrett. Kevin is an Irish name (just like me and your Daddy have Irish in us) that means handsome beloved, James, after your Grandfather Williams,  Ho’okili is Hawaiian for the fine, light rain you were born under, and McGarrett for this large unruly ohana we’ve built that you are now a part of.
I love you more than I can say. Me ke aloha, my little boy. I can’t wait to meet the excellent man I know you’ll be.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett
***
July 31, 2023
Honolulu, Hawai’i
Dear Jacob:
Aloha and Happy Birthday, son.
It’s a beautiful summer night here on O’ahu, one of the finest I’ve seen, and the trade winds are blowing strong and fine off the Pacific Ocean. You were born almost at the end of the day, within an hour of midnight, so you’ll be our midnight baby.
For a midnight baby, you have fine strawberry blond hair, light, bright eyes, and a sense of wonder that has you looking at everything, everywhere. The nurses say they’ve never seen a newborn focus so quickly after birth. Your Daddy thinks you look a lot like me, but he said that when you were being cranky and having a little bit of a cry, so he got his comeuppance for that.
You’re always going to be the youngest McGarrett in our family, for your Daddy and I have decided not to have any more children after you. I suppose that’s the nice thing about having two Dads – when we decide to stop having babies, there are no accidents (by the time you read this letter, you’ll fully understand exactly what that means). So you’ll always be the youngest McGarrett, although your Daddy says the way I’m feeding your siblings, I’ll probably be the smallest here soon enough (he’s such a sweetheart).
We named you Jacob Adam Aumoe McGarrett. Jacob, frankly because your Daddy likes the name “Jake”, Adam, for although you’re the last of our children, you’re equal in our hearts, and we named you after the first man to remind you that among family nobody ever comes last, Aumoe is Hawaiian for midnight because you’re our midnight baby, and McGarrett because you’re the last of our line of McGarretts, and your Daddy and I work very hard every day to make sure it’s a name you can be proud of.
Me ke aloha to our last McGarrett baby. I hope life gives you everything you desire.
Your Father Danny McGarrett and your Daddy Steve McGarrett.


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Hele On... Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Ke ninau

Steve stared out the window into lush garden behind the shop. He’d read a placard describing the history of the old building that now sold local arts and crafts, and he felt the loneliness of the place invade his sensibility. The shop had been built in the late 19th Century by a Japanese immigrant who opened a tailor shop, and worked there for a half century after his wife died. Steve pondered that although the world seemed to come to Hawai’i in modern times, before travel was made so easy it must have been a lonely place indeed.
He reflected on how it was almost impossible to feel lonely on O’ahu. Not only because there were over a million people living there, but also because of the closeness of his ohana¸ and now his closeness with Danny. He thought about how it was ironic that Danny should fall in love with him on an island that is among the best for those seeking escape and solitude.

His ruminations were soon broken by the keeper of his affections. Danny looked perplexed, with a trinket in each hand.
“Would Gracie like this hot pink candle in a coconut shell or this carving of a kitty?”

Steve saw that the shop was empty, and the shopkeeper distracted, before catching Danny off guard and pulling him into his arms. “I love you, Danno.”

Danny squeezed his arms quickly around Steve before wriggling from his grasp. “I love you too, you handsy oaf. Now help me decide.” He motioned with the two objects like they were on a balance scale.

“Both.” Steve said.

“Both?” Danny asked, incredulously. “You want me to spoil that girl?”

“One from you, one from me.” Steve said. “Can’t let you spoil her all by yourself.”

Danny smiled in defeat. “All right babe. I’ll go have these wrapped.”

Steve smiled. He knew Danny would have gotten them both anyway.

***

The sun hung low in the sky as Steve jolted awake to Danny’s hand on his shoulder. He was sprawled in a chaise on the lanai of their suite.  Danny was perched at his side, facing him on the chaise, a smile spreading across his face and his hand drawing down Steve’s arm. His hair glinted in the sunlight, seeming even more gold when backlit by the golden sky of the late afternoon sun.

“Hey you. You were out for almost four hours.”

Steve twisted and popped the joints in his back. “I guess paddle boarding the Wailua River this morning was more exhausting than I thought it would be.”

Danny stifled a laugh. “In the entire time I have known you, I have never once known you to take a nap.
Steve shrugged. “You look so sexy in that shirt. So what will we do on our last night on Kaua’i?”

A wave of self-consciousness swept over Danny’s face as he looked down at the purple aloha shirt adorned with large white hibiscus. “I made reservations at Roy’s. I cannot believe that you talked me into this, and two others at Hilo Hattie.”

“I’m surprised you could be talked into it.” Steve muttered.

“I think you’ll find you can talk me into a lot of things.” Danny leaned in and kissed him. “All I need is the right motivation.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve grinned, lifting Danny onto his lap. “What else motivates you?”

Danny tousled Steve’s hair. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself. Come on,” he said, getting up.”Take a shower, you still smell like the river. I’ll take your lei out of the fridge if you want to wear it tonight.” Danny breezed back into the room while Steve grunted out of his chair.

Danny was fixing his hair at the mirror and he swatted Steve on the butt as he slipped past him toward the bathroom. Steve was convinced this would be a most enjoyable evening. While he almost never had dessert, he was looking forward to indulging in a chocolate soufflé.

***

The meal was excellent. Steve had misoyaki glazed butterfish and Danny even tried some, proclaiming it the best fish he’d ever eaten. He’d told Danny when ordering he’d have to order his own chocolate soufflé if he wanted one, because he couldn’t be sure what he’d do if he saw an extra spoon coming at his precious dessert from across the table, even if it was his partner’s.

They’d made a lot of progress on the mechanics of returning to O’ahu as a couple as well. They discussed boundaries and work rules and loads of other mundane items that Danny brought up, out of years of experience working in law enforcement that Steve hadn’t even considered. Danny proved to be a genius at the inner workings of the legal system from an enforcer’s point of view, and Steve was thankful that he had someone with working knowledge on his side.

“The most important thing,” Danny pointed out between bites of soufflé, “is that you can’t protect me, Steve. You can’t tell me an assignment is too dangerous when you wouldn’t have before because you weren’t in love with me then. You can’t shield me from harm, because I’d lose my effectiveness as a cop.”

“Danny, if I was going to do that, I’d have been doing it. I’ve loved you from the beginning.”

Danny beamed and raised both his hands as though he were to pat Steve’s cheeks across the table. “Look at this guy! What a line!”

They left the restaurant with their arms around each other’s waists.

***

They spend no small amount of time getting back to their room. Steve had a comfortable buzz, and he knew Danny had drunk even more. He felt a semi erection creeping up behind him as Danny wrapped his arms around him while he fiddled open the door of their suite.

“What’s that I feel, babe?” he smirked.

“It’s only because I have to piss like a racehorse.” Danny squirmed past him as he opened the door but Steve wrapped his arms back around his partner as they staggered toward the bed and flopped onto it, knocking Danny’s duffle bag, which he’d begun packing before they left for dinner, onto the floor.

“Gotta pee, do ya, partner?” Steve laughed, as he pinned Danny to the bed. “How about I tickle it out of ya?”

“Stop, stop!” Danny squealed. “You’ll be sleeping in a wet bed if you keep it up! Stop!” He wriggled away from Steve for the second time and darted toward the bathroom.

Steve laughed at himself and slumped back on the bed for a moment while he heard a groan of relief Danny, and a steady stream tickling the porcelain from the bathroom. After a moment he rolled off the bed and picked up Danny’s duffle bag from the floor, noticing two blue boxes from Na Hoku had fallen out. Danny must have picked them up while he was napping.

He opened the first box and couldn’t help but smile his broadest smile when he saw the koa wood slipper pendant that was similar to the one he had noticed in the window on their first morning on Kaua’i. He knew Gracie would love it, and Danny’s thoughtfulness warmed his insides. Danny sure was taking a long piss, but Steve quickly opened the second box, and nearly pissed himself right there. He was still staring at the three diamonds on the white gold engagement ring when Danny came out of the bathroom having already shed his shirt and pants. “Oh, shit.” He said, his jaw dropping.

“Oh shit’s right.” Steve said, looking up. He was furious. Danny’s intentions had been made painfully clear, for it was not a man’s ring he was staring at in the box. He tried to focus on Danny but the tears he hadn’t noticed were welling up in his eyes had streaked down his cheeks, but not before more followed and blurred his vision.

“Steve, listen, it’s not what you-“ Danny started.

“You don’t get to say anything!” Steve exploded.

He stood there for a second, fuming, before Danny started again. “You don’t understand…”

“No, I understand.” Steve thundered, his face ashen. “Give Rachel my congratulations.”

He wiped his eyes so he could see a clear path away from Danny, and he bolted for the door, vaguely hearing a desperate plea for him to stay so Danny could explain himself.

***

Steve ran until he realized he was hyper dehydrated from the alcohol. Thankfully he found himself in front of Sueoka Market in Old Koloa Town. The running hadn’t cleared his head, but it had kept thoughts out of it. He didn’t want to consider Danny’s betrayal, or the fact that he’d obviously just been used for sex – not even sex! What was his game, Steve wondered. If it was just sex, then why all the “I love you” shit on top of it? He felt foolish. Foolish to have entrusted his heart to a man who was clearly not over his ex-wife; foolish to think that any negative outcome wouldn’t affect their working relationship.  He bought two large bottles of water, downed one, and clutched the other in his hand as he picked up speed toward the church.

He hopped over the low lava rock wall, and proceeded to the headstone he hadn’t seen in nineteen years.
“Aloha, Mom.” He sat down on the grass.

“I screwed up big time you know. I fell in love with a man who’s not in love with me, but for some reason he likes to act like it. Oh, by the way, I love men sometimes. Maybe all the time, actually. I’m not sure about that yet. I don’t just love people, you know. I bet you know, actually. Bet you knew I mean. They say parents always know, even if you don’t tell them. I bet Dad knew too. Oh, this is for you.”

He took off the white ginger lei and draped it over the headstone.

“How did you do it with Dad?” he asked. “I know he must not have been that easy, but you stuck it out for all those years.”

Steve thought about how the headstone was mostly just a marker. There hadn’t been much left to bury, but she’d specified she wanted to be lain to rest on Kaua’i. She was his connection to this land, and he felt almost as though the earth ran in his veins, which is why he’d been so keen to bring Danny here. But that was all over now. Danny was clearly just sporting before taking the plunge, again, with the same woman.
“I love him. He doesn’t love me.” Steve tried it on for size. “I love him. He doesn’t love me.” He came to a realization and sighed. “I love him.”

Even with this damn mess, I still love that asshole. Even if he ends up married to someone else, I’ll still love him. Damn it, this isn’t how this was supposed to be.

He sat staring at the headstone for a long time, and then got up and turned to leave. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar looking blue Mustang lumbering up Poipu Rd. He ducked behind the lava wall, even though the row of trees in front of the church gave some pretty adequate cover, although he was sure Danny was scanning the countryside for him and not running to the store for the munchies. It touched him that Danny was out looking for him, but it also infuriated him, because he knew Danny wasn’t sober.

Whatever. Danny’s a grownup. He’s not going to get a DUI for driving the speed limit in Koloa at midnight on a Thursday night.

Steve hopped the lava rock wall again and ran on toward the Pacific.

***

Steve wandered for hours, without any specific aim. Unable to face Danny yet, he stayed away from the roads because he was almost sure Danny wouldn’t stop looking until he found him, which confused him. The game was up. What else did he have to explain?

He wandered all the way down to Spouting Horn and back to the rocky beach where he and Danny had spend the previous morning snorkeling.  He sat on the rocks, where he’d cuddled with Danny nearly 48 hours previous, wondering if he’d ever do it again. He stared out over the waves, which were becoming harder to discern now that the moon had set. He liked to think that whenever he was here on Kaua’i, by himself on a stretch of rocky shore that the waves that came in while he was here belonged to him. The waves never turned off when he left – they would keep crashing on shore until the end of days, but the brief periods that he was here—those waves would be his forever.

He knew it was foolish, but he was trained in night swimming, and he had the sudden urge to go into the water. The alcohol had worked through his system and he had a bit of a headache, and felt the water would help. He rose and pulled his shirt over his head. He almost stumbled getting his cargo pants and underwear over his slippers, but he knew he had to keep those on if he was going to be stepping into water he couldn’t see the bottom of. He knew he could get arrested for skinny dipping, it was illegal throughout the state, but again, in Poipu in the hours just before dawn he wasn’t terribly worried. He tossed his clothes onto a bush separating the rocky beach from Lawai Beach Rd and waded into the surf.

The surf was gentle yet, he felt a tug of the undertow. The moon was still full, and although it had set it undoubtedly continued to have some effect on the tides. Lights were beginning to blink on at the adjacent condo complex, and the first hints of graying light were finding their way across the Eastern horizon.
He felt defeated, not even wanting to swim, but the water felt good on his body, which ached slightly from the last several hours of cross-country hiking. He floated out across the swells, not quite caring if he floated out to sea.

He was in the middle of the small cove when he vaguely heard the thud of a car door slamming. He sat up and let his legs float down beneath him and he saw Danny stumble through the bushes and down to where the waves were breaking on the shore.

“Steve!” He shouted. “Get back in here before you get arrested for public indecency!”

“No!” he shouted back. “Go away Danno!”

“No!” Danny shouted back.  Steve could tell he was grumbling to himself, and panic rose in his chest when he realized Danny was taking off his own clothes.

“Dammit Danny.” He said to himself. “Stop!” He barked. “Danny! It’s not safe! Stay there.”

“Fuck you, McGarrett. I’m coming after you!” Danny shouted back.

Steve began to sprint back to shore, but he was weighted down by his hiking slippers. All he needed was for Danny to step on a sea urchin in the dark and he’d never forgive himself. The panic continued as he watched Danny pad into the water, jerking up a foot having stepped on something sharp, but he continued into the water, and Steve knew he’d have to stop the progression himself.

Danny was in water up to his nipples by the time Steve got to him, and he immediately pulled him to his chest with his arms tight around him. “Pick your feet up!” he ordered, beginning in a shout, but remembering he didn’t need to anymore, ending softly.

“Why?” Danny was confused.

“Danny, this bottom is covered in sea urchins and God knows what else you shouldn’t be stepping on. That’s why I told you to stay on shore.”

“Oh.” Danny said softly. “I thought you just didn’t want to-“
“I don’t.” Steve said.

He looked into Danny’s eyes, which drooped in hurt. He was still furious at his partner, but that did nothing to quell his urge to kiss him. But he wasn’t going to get off that easy.

“I don’t want to hear about how you’re going to marry someone else.” Steve finished, the words burning in his throat.

“Look at this, Steven.” Danny unwrapped his left arm from around Steve and held his hand in front of his face. The engagement ring glinted from where it was loose around his thumb.

“What makes you think I want to look at that?” Steve huffed, averting his eyes.

Danny’s eyes brightened. “I don’t think you looked close enough, Steven.” He smiled.

Steve didn’t look at the ring, but into Danny’s eyes. “What do you mean? That’s a woman’s ring.”

“Like I know how to buy an engagement ring for a man!” Danny protested. “Look at it, Steve. Where’s Rachel going to wear this, around her neck? Look at how big it is.”

Steve looked again. It was on Danny’s thumb, and it was too big even for it.
Danny was barely audible. “It’s for you, baby. For you.

Steve searched Danny’s face, but the only thing he could see in the man’s eyes was steely resolve, and a silly smile on his face.

“What?” It was all he could manage.

Danny rolled his eyes. “I’d get down on one knee, but I’d drown. Give me your hand.”

Steve complied, feeling Danny’s weight settle onto his legs, which he’d wrapped around Steve’s waist. Danny slipped the ring on Steve’s finger. A fraction tight, but otherwise a good fit. Steve knew little about gemstones, but he reckoned he was wearing about a carat. He didn’t even want to think about how much this would have cost Danny.

“Steve?” Danny whispered.

Steve looked up at Danny.

Danny seemed at a loss for words. “Marry me? I don’t care if it’s not legal, just-“

Steve interrupted him with a kiss. When he broke away, Danny didn’t miss a beat. “Is that a ‘yes’?”
“Yes.” Steve smiled. “Absolutely yes.” He kissed Danny again.

Danny chuckled. “This wasn’t quite how I pictured this happening.”

Steve looked at Danny inquisitively as he began to wade back toward shore with Danny in his arms, while the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the waves.

“Well, I sort of figured we’d have clothes on.” Danny shook his head.

“Well, I suppose it’s the end, not the means, right Danno?” Steve joked.

“Could I have expected anything different from you, Super SEAL?”

Steve shook his head.

“But you have to promise me one thing, Steven.” Danny said as Steve set him down on dry land.

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“No more jumping to the worst conclusion and running off again, ok? You’ve done it twice to me now. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to chase after you every time, but I’m getting old – give a guy a break!”

Steve laughed. “I’ll do my best, Danno.”

***

Auntie K. was waiting for them in the jet bridge with a pair of plumeria lei when they disembarked at Honolulu International late Friday night.

“Ho'omaika'i 'ana!” she exclaimed, proffering each of them with a lei, a hug, and a kiss on both cheeks.
“Oh, you heard, eh?”

Auntie K. smiled. “You have quite the fan club waiting for you outside security.”

Steve and Danny exchanged glances.

“E hele kakou!” Auntie said. “We’re holding up traffic!”

They chatted with Auntie a bit about their time on Kaua’i as she escorted them down to baggage claim. Steve held Danny’s hand tightly; the new diamonds on his finger making him feel unnecessarily flashy. The terminal was nearly empty as their flight was one of the last arrivals of the evening, but there was a definite crowd waiting for them at the foot of the escalator down to baggage claim. Jenna, Kono, Chin, Kamekona, the Governor, and several other mutual friends from HPD and the State Government, and even some of Auntie’s coworkers from Hawaiian Airlines who knew Steve were waiting for them, each wearing with a lei and carrying two more.

Steve picked out Kono from the crowd, because she was the first one to spot them, and she squealed, releasing the floodgates of Alohas and hugs and congratulations. Steve managed to slip the bag containing the Bubba Burger to Kono before being covered in flowers.

Steve looked down at Danny, whose face he could barely see over the stack of lei around his neck.
“Does it feel like home now, Danny?” Steve smiled.

“Because you’re here.” Danny shot back. “Forever. Kau a kau.” 
 
 

Hele On... Chapter 10
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Chapter 9
Kuka kamaʻilio
For a man who purported to hate the ocean as much as Danny, Steve noticed he was uncharacteristically comfortable in the water. He watched as his partner dove to a sandy spot on the rocky bottom and plucked up a sea cucumber. He splashed back to the surface with a devilish grin toward Steve.
“Hey, what do these remind you of?” He shouted.

Jeez, one night of man-on-man action and the man’s already cock crazy, Steve snickered to himself.

“Group showers in the ‘Stan after a sandstorm!” Steve shot back. “You know those things breathe through their ass.”

Even through the snorkel mask, Steve could tell Danny was making a face as he released the sea cucumber to fall back to where he had gotten it. Steve laughed at how comical Danny looked, not because of the snorkel mask, but because his great mess of hair, typically combed straight back in an immobile monument to rival a television news location reporter, was spectacularly mussed in the water.
The ocean had always calmed Steve, and he’d needed it after his breakdown in the shower. He was grateful for Danny’s solid vote of confidence – though as a career detective Steve knew it was his partner’s job to instill trust and get people to open up to him, he was amazed at how quickly Danny had soothed his fears. He felt strangely comforted yet self-conscious about how protectively affectionate he’d become of Steve as well:  having his hand on his thigh under the table throughout most of breakfast, holding the elevator door for him and pressing the small of his back to signal he should exit first—not that he minded Danno making excuses to touch him, but he felt a little odd being treated like a lady. A little odd and a little turned on.  Steve couldn’t blame him though—when you’ve dated women your whole life, do you change your habits just because you fall for a man?

Steve began to paddle back to shore. The sun was rising higher, and he wanted to get started for the North Shore before the day disappeared – they had a tendency to do that on Kaua’i. Steve was convinced the days were even shorter on Kaua’i than they were on O’ahu—he’d always thought that whenever he visited.  With Danno on Kaua’i he felt the week was already flying by, even faster now that it had gone better than he’d dreamed.

Steve sat with the waves lapping into his lap on the rocky shore that surrounded the protective cove just a short walk up Lawai Beach Rd from the hotel.  He watched Danny snorkel his way back toward shore, to shallow enough water where swimming became uncomfortable, and stand up into an awkward stance before staggering the rest of the way toward him. Steve smiled, remembering he’d finally gotten Danny into a pair of board shorts instead of the cut offs he favored, and eyed his body again; he wondered how the man kept it so sculpted on a diet of junk food and coffee.

“Danny, take the fins off or you’ll fall.” Steve laughed.

“They’re the only thing protecting my feet!” Danny protested, before he awkwardly flopped into Steve’s lap.

“Oof!” Steve gasped. “Easy killer.”

Danny ignored his complaint and set to work removing his fins. Steve hugged him close and proffered a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey Danno, look!” Steve pointed out across the water at the turtle poking its head above the water in between swells. “Honu.”

“I know.” Danny said. “I saw her when I was out there. Or her brother. I saw one.”

Steve nuzzled the back of Danny’s neck. “They symbolized longevity to the Ancient Hawaiians.”

Danny grunted as he took off the other flipper. “I need all the longevity I can get, working with your crazy ninja ass.”

Steve rested his chin on Danny’s shoulder. “Speaking of work. . . “

“I know what you’re thinking Steve, and it’s going to be ok, I think. You still have full immunity and means, right? It’s not like we’re your workaday State Government department.”

“They still have their rules, Danno. You know you’re always telling me we might have immunity and means but the perps still have to be tried in the same court as everybody else, and we still have to follow their rules.”

Danny twisted around in Steve’s lap to look him in the eye. “You’re not talking me out of this.”

“I’m not trying to talk you out of this. It’s just—something that needs considering is all.”

Danny kissed Steve, tasting like the ocean. “We’ll hash it out when we get back to O’ahu. For now, the point of this whole excursion was immersion, right?” Danny grinned. “So, immerse me.”

“Oh I’ll immerse you all right, Danny. I’ll immerse you ‘til you can’t see straight.” He playfully splashed a handful of seawater into Danny’s lap.

Danny chuckled. “I think ‘straight’ went out the window a while ago, don’t you?”

He wriggled out of Steve’s embrace and stumbled to his feet. “Come on. We’re wasting daylight.”

Steve put his hands behind him to stand up when Danny offered him a hand. He didn’t need it, but his dick twitched again at the chivalry. Danny pulled him up with a little bit too much gusto, so that he began to fall backwards when Steve reached his feet, but Steve’s reflexes were still quick, and he caught his partner before he lost his balance on the rocks.

“Whoops, I gotcha!” Steve laughed.

Danny pierced his gaze with those impossibly blue eyes again. “You sure do.”

***

The view over Hanalei Bay was incomparable, even with sheets of rain threatening to cloud the view. Steve and Danny had been in the middle of a surfing lesson that Danny was doing pretty well on, and they’d kept going when the first few droplets began to make flower petals in the ocean, but when the wall of water hit, they’d run for the cover of the Lobby Bar at the St. Regis Princeville.

“This is my turf, Steven.” Danny had proclaimed. “The original St. Regis is in New York City, and it is tradition to have a Bloody Mary.” The server, overhearing him, nodded and scurried away to put in the order.

“Interesting. Bloody Mary.” Steve smiled. “You know that was a character in South Pacific, which was filmed on this very spot.”

“No shit?” Danny brightened, looking out the window. “Yeah, I can kind of see it now. That’s one of Ma’s favorites. She loves Mitzi Gaynor.”
Steve studied him for a moment. “And one of yours, too, I imagine?”

Danny turned pink. “I might have enjoyed a musical or two in my time.”

“The masculine ones, like Grease, and Guys & Dolls, and Oklahoma, right?” Steve said facetiously.

“Right, I mean—Hey, are you making fun of me?” Danny caught the mocking smile spreading across Steve’s lips. “You’re clearly the expert on South Pacific, Mr. Hypocrite.”

“Mom was an extra in the movie.”

“Wow, that’s pretty cool actually. Which scene?”

“The beach scene. When Billis and Lieutenant Cable arrive on Bali Hai for the first time. They filmed that on Tunnels Beach, just on the other side of the bay there.”

“Oh yeah!” Danny’s eyes flashed in recollection. “To think I saw your Mom on TV, and now we’re—“

Steve studied Danny as he trailed off. “We’re?”

Danny smiled shyly. “We’re—we. Us.”

Steve smiled broader and focused on Danny’s left hand, draped over the high sides of the club chair he had sunk deep into. He gingerly held his fingers in the palm of his own hand, smoothing Danny’s ring finger with the pad of his thumb, thinking how much he would’ve liked to eventually slip a ring on that finger.

Moving too fast, McGarrett. Put the brakes on before you freak him out.

The drinks arrived, breaking his thoughts.

This definitely was a fancy place. The beverages were dressed up like a Brazilian samba singer.

Steve took a sip. “OK Danno, I gotta admit, this is pretty good, even though I’m not a fan of tomato juice.”

Danny took a long sip and set his drink back down with a refreshed gasp. “Would I ever steer you wrong, partner?”

Steve reflected for a moment. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Danny braced, defensively, and Steve immediately softened. “No,” he smiled, his voice softer. “I don’t think you would.”

“Want you to answer that, or steer you wrong?”

Steve smirked. “The latter.”

“Ooh, lah-dee-dah, the latter.” Danny mocked.

Steve let it go. Danny looked so damn cute when he was giving Steve shit. He took a sip of his Bloody Mary and studied the swells coming in over the bay.

“You haven’t bitched about Hawai’i as much since we got here.” Steve mused.

Danny was calculating what to say. “Well. . .” He paused to take a sip. Steve chuckled as he fussed with the garnishes on top of the glass, which fell in his face as he sipped.

“This isn’t O’ahu.” Danny continued. “But I guess I don’t dislike O’ahu that much either. I was just uprooted. I was comfortable where I was. I’m not like you, Steve, I haven’t traveled that much. I like knowing what I know and knowing what’s where and what it’s like. I like familiarity.
Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Danny cut him off.

“Familiarity, family, you know. That’s been Gracie so far. It’s not a lot of family, even for a small island in the middle of the Pacific. But it’s growing. It’s Chin. It’s Kono. It’s Jenna. But you, it’s a lot of you. Ohana, like you say.”

Danny was out of his chair and behind Steve’s in a flash. He slid his hands down Steve’s arms and cupped the tops of Steve’s knuckles in his hands and nestled his chin on Steve’s shoulder, so they were cheek to cheek.

“I look at you and I see Ohana. Almost as much as I do Gracie. I’m sure I have a lot longer than I’ve cared to admit it. I see a lot of you in this island, Steve—its quiet beauty, its unpredictable weather.” He chuckled to himself. “And if it starts to feel like home I’m beginning to suspect it’s because you’re here.”

Steve was lulled into silence by Danny’s soliloquy. Danny was actually rocking him from side to side.

“Come on McGarrett.” He said, after a while, standing up. “There’s gotta be some overpriced dinner joint in this delicate flower of a hotel.”
“There is, but it may be too rich for our budget.” Steve managed, remembering himself.

Danny shrugged. “I paid last night. We’ll call it two dinners worth.”

Steve returned the shrug. “Works for me. Let’s go.”

“Am I dressed ok?” Danny asked as they walked away.

“Danno, it may be five star, but it’s still Hawai’i. If you’ve got a shirt and slippers, you’re good.”

“Sounds good, babe. Just hope I can get a good steak.”

The clouds had broken and the sun was beginning to set over the beach that had once stood in for Bali Hai as Steve took Danny’s hand and they hunted out the Kaua’i Grill.

***

Dinner took hours as Steve and Danny lingered over their plates, enjoying each other’s company in the leisurely style of the truly relaxed. They stayed long after dessert, and even after a cup of coffee Steve noticed Danny’s eyelids were getting heavy. After a leisurely stroll into the warm night, from which the clouds had vanished, leaving the asphalt glistening with the leavings of the afternoon shower, Danny’s soft snores emanated from the passenger seat even before they left Princeville.

Full days with the Kaua’i at your feet were exhausting, Steve observed, and he was glad Danny had been sleeping so well during the trip; he’d been complaining he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. He enjoyed night drives on the island. He felt all the islands had a unique spirit, and it was more pronounced at night.  And night on Kaua’i was night. Not like the bright lights of Honolulu which were always on, the frequent buzz of jetliners departing on their redeye sojourns back to the Mainland, Kaua’i was almost paralyzed by the night, so still it sometimes felt as though the earth had stopped spinning.

Danny was still asleep when they reached the hotel, and nudges from Steve after he turned off the car were doing little to rouse him. Steve opened the passenger door and undid his partner’s seatbelt.

“Come on, Danno, we’re home.” He said, tugging at his arm.

Danny recoiled, sleepily grunting disagreement.

“Come on, you’re not sleeping in the car.” Danny was going limp again.

“Forced my hand then. Put your arms around my neck.”

It was more difficult than Steve had imagined it would be to pluck Danny out of the low seats of the Mustang—the man was little, but solid. But Steve was a strong man—he could handle it. He was surprised Danny had submitted to it; he wasn’t sure if it was laziness, trust, or fatigue, but he certainly enjoyed the tender moment.

Danny jolted awake when Steve dropped his feet to the floor in front of the room door. Steve managed to get him into the room, undressed, and tucked into bed, when he heard his soft snoring again before he had his own clothes off. As soon as he’d snuggled into a cozy spoon with Danny, his head hit the pillow and he joined his partner in dreamland.


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“I know you like to interrupt me Steven, but I want to say this, and I want to say it all at once, so if it’s ok with you, just hear me out, ok?” Danny asked.



Silence indicated to Danny it was ok to proceed.



“I know you’ve never been big on anniversaries and things like that, you know, but I just wanted to point out the fact that today, we have been married for fifty years. Five decades. Five-0.”



Danny fingered the two plumeria lei around his neck absentmindedly as he went on.



“And I want you to know, Commander, that you have made my life. Mahalo. It’s that simple. You and I have raised eight beautiful children, who have in turn given us more than twenty grandchildren—clearly their Hawaiian nights are as warm as all the ones we’ve shared in those fifty years. Mahalo. You took me, when I thought my life was set before me— work, raise Grace, work—and showed me that it could be fuller, and more vibrant, and filled with more Aloha than I ever could have imagined. Mahalo nui loa.” Danny smiled broadly.



“I still remember how you looked the day I married you. You all handsome in white, and you couldn’t stop smiling at me. You smiled at me like I was the only person in the whole world, even though most of O’ahu was there watching. And when you smiled, I knew nothing really bad could ever happen to me, because even though I’ve been shot at more times than I can count, and I’ve actually been shot three separate times, attacked with biohazards, acid, killer bees, and at least one poisonous blow-dart, your smile always shone through, and I knew I was going to live to see fifty years of marriage with you when you smiled. I love your smile, and I love you, Steven J. McGarrett. Hau’oli La Ho’omana’o.” He almost whispered the last words as he felt a strong hand creep around his shoulder and hold him close.



He looked up and saw Steve smiling at him for the briefest moment. “Oh, Kevin, you startled me. You look so much like your Father.” Danny said. “I was just saying Happy Anniversary. I’m done now. Help your old Pop up, will you?”



Kevin helped him up, making sure his hand was steady on his cane before letting him put all his weight on it.



“Oh, I almost forgot.” Danny said. He took off one of the plumeria lei and placed it onto the bright green grass below, just in front of the white lime headstone.



“I’ll be along soon, babe.”



 




Hele On... Chapter 8
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Travel!McDanno Prompt
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Alrighty kids, I've had this prompt on my mind all day, and let's see what happens with it. I've enjoyed writing Hele On because I think travel adds an interesting dynamic to any relationship. So, let's have a bit of a Travel!McDanno fest. You can post links in comments or on your LJ and I'll be happy to share links as I get them.

The plans (good Natasha, now we can get rid of moose and squirrel):

1. McDanno Slash - We want to see Steve and Danny.
2. Travel - Plane, train, automobile, ship, or whathaveyou - much of the narrative should be dedicated to travel to/from or and/or at a destination.
3. Realism - This is important. Facts are important - do your research. Airlines are important. If they fly, put them on Hawaiian Airlines (for example) not "Transoceanic Airlines". Don't invent a cruise line, use Princess (for example). Greyhound is Greyhound. Eurostar is Eurostar. Don't send them to Paris nonstop from Honolulu on Air France (which doesn't fly to Honolulu - they'd have a layover and an airline change somewhere).

Aside from that, there are no limits, if you want to write MPreg!Steve dragged to Tahiti on an impromptu honeymoon or Whump!Danny suffering from hypothermia in a cabin in the wilds of the Yukon, feel free.

Send messages for questions or beta requests!

Mahalo!

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