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09 July 2012 @ 10:48 am
BPBB - Is Yesterday Part 1 of Part 2  

Title: Is Yesterday part 1 of Part 2
This is a direct sequel to Is Yesterday part 1 which is a sequel to The Only Easy Day.
Series: Bulletproof Baby Blankets
Rating: G for this chapter
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Steve, Danny, the children, and Henry
Summary:  Steve, Danny, and the children go to New York so Steve can debunk the false claims of the man who was never a SEAL.

Warnings/Notes:  Okay, let me explain! This is part 2 of the second part of "The Only Easy Day..." I didn't actually intend to write a sequel to "The Only Easy Day...." but, well, obviously, I have. I thought "Is Yesterday" would be a quick chapter about the family's adventure in New York City. "HA!" said my muses. They decided that the NYC adventure needs to be the approximate length of Moby Dick. I mean, really???

Be that as it may, "Is Yesterday" is still not finished. This is part 2 which I fervently hope will be 2 of 3. Ordinarily I would wait until I had finished this chapter before posting it. But I am participating in the H50Land Comm on Dreamwidth and that Big Bang is due in one week. I don't feel right using this story as part of it because I technically started it outside that challenge. So I need to stop writing this chapter in order to work on those big bang entries. Once I'm done with those stories, I'll focus on finishing this chapter.

Well. Does that make sense? And I'm sorry. Really.

Word Count: ~8888 (see why I had to stop!? This is nearly a standard Big Bang! Really, Muses???)

Broken into two posts because it's too long for just one!!

“I know it’s only 4 in the afternoon at home,” Danny said to Emma not for the first time. “But in New York, it’s 10 o’clock. And the only way for us to hope to adjust to New York time is to sleep like we’re here.”

“We are here,” Steve said, glancing up from the newspaper he was reading. John had laughed when he bought a paper copy of the New York Times but he said it was for reasons of nostalgia, not that he would expect John to understand.

“Thank you so much, Governor SEAL. And you are not staying up until 4 a.m. New York time,” Danny warned him.

Steve mostly ignored him, turning the page of his paper. “The Mets are in first place.”

“It’s still early. They’ll crash and burn like always,” Danny said. “Stop distracting me. Tell your daughter to go to bed.”

“Go to bed,” Steve said from behind the sports section.

“But Daddy,” Emma said, lowering the paper to look at him. He looked over the edge of his reading glasses, his eyes wide as he waited. “I’m not sleepy. The boys aren’t going to bed yet.”

“You need to sleep according to New York time, baby,” Steve said. “In this rare instance, Danny is right.”

“Thanks,” Danny said with a huff.

“Get in bed. Put on one of your movies. If you don’t fall asleep, at least you’ll rest,” Steve said.

“That is an excellent compromise,” Danny said. “Because if you stay up all night, you won’t be able to go to the museum tomorrow. You’ll be too tired.”

“He’s right,” Steve agreed.

“All right,” Emma finally conceded, all long faced and unhappy. “I’m not going to sleep.”

“That’s fine,” Danny said, herding her into her room where Dancy was already in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin. “Get in bed and I’ll put in your movie.”

“Okay,” Emma sighed, getting into the empty bed. “What do you want to watch?”

Princess Bride,” Dancy chirped.

“That’s a huge surprise,” Danny said, putting it on. “We’re right on the other side of the door if you need us,” he said before kissing them on the head and leaving their room, the door remaining open a crack. “Where are the boys?”

“Across the hall,” Steve said, looking up at Danny where he was standing in front of Steve. “Do you need to check on them?”

“No,” Danny said, looking over at the door that led to the hallway.

Steve laughed and stood. “Come on.” Danny followed him immediately, knocking on the door of the room that was assigned to the boys. It was opened part way by Henry who was wearing a faded tee shirt and soft sleep pants.

“Bed check?” Henry said, unchaining the door to let them in.

“Something like that,” Steve agreed, watching Danny cross over to the couch where John and Zach were sitting, the TV playing the Yankees game.

“You need to get in bed in the next hour,” Danny reminded them, looking over to make sure Henry heard as well. Henry nodded in confirmation.

“We know, Danno,” John assured him. “Sleep on New York time. We got it.”

“Your sister was less adaptable to our suggestions,” Danny said.

“She complains about going to bed at home. Why did you think it would be different here?” John asked.

“That is true,” Steve agreed. “She’s afraid she’ll miss something.”

“I predict she’ll miss the end of Princes Bride,” Danny said, leaning down to kiss John and Zach on the head. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Will we see you before you leave?” Zach asked Steve.

“I’m being picked up at 9,” Steve told him. “I’ll come say good-bye if you aren’t in our suite already.”

Zach nodded at that, returning his focus to the baseball game.

“If you need us for anything, let us know,” Danny reminded them.

“We’re just across the hall, Danno. Not across the world,” John said with a laugh.

“I’d prefer it if we were all under the same roof.”

“We are under the same roof,” Steve told him, taking him by the arm. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” John said with a smile as Steve dragged Danny out.

“Stop manhandling me, you Neanderthal,” Danny protested while making no attempt to escape.

“Stop being a mother hen. The kids are fine,” Steve said, closing and locking the door.

“I know,” Danny sighed, leaning back against the door and looking up at him. “They are growing up so fast.”

“I know,” Steve said gently. “It’s their job. And it’s our job to let them.”

“Yeah,” Danny had to agree, sitting with Steve on the couch. He turned on the Yankees game as Steve returned to the newspaper, Danny’s feet in his lap. Steve’s right hand automatically rubbed Danny’s feet, massaging his insteps the way he did that made Danny melt into the couch.


“When will we see you?” Danny asked Steve as they all ate breakfast in their suite. The boys had been over for about 15 minutes, the girls getting up a few minutes after they arrived. They were all eating waffles from room service, Henry in charge of serving them for reasons that had not yet been determined. It was his turn? No one was quite sure.

“The last interview starts at 1400. Which is 2:00 o’clock for the civilians in the room,” Steve said.

“We’re all civilians,” Dancy said with a laugh.

“Hard to argue with that,” Steve said. “The message I got from Commander Swenson said it usually takes about an hour. So if all goes well, I should be done by 3:00.”

“Which is 1500,” Dancy said, giggling with Emma like they were sharing a private joke.

“Yes it is,” Steve agreed.

“All right,” Danny said, checking the time on his phone. “We’re going to the Metropolitan Museum. Call us when you’re done so you can either meet us there or back here.”

“Roger that,” Steve said. “Zach, are you going to the Museum?”

“There is an exhibit of Dutch masters I am curious to see,” Zach said.

“All right,” Steve said. “If you’re not asleep by the time I get done, we can go out to dinner.”

“Can we go the original Hard Rock Café?” John asked.

“We’re going to see if we can get Broadway tickets for tomorrow. We’ll go then,” Steve said.

“What are we going to go see?” Emma asked, bouncing on her chair.

“What do you want to go see?” Steve asked. “I’ll see if they can get us tickets for the show you want to see.”

“Can we go see Chicago?” John asked.

“No,” Danny said. “It’s not age appropriate.”

“We see worse on TV every day,” John said.

“I don’t care. Not Chicago.”

“What about that one with that guy?” Emma said, waving her hand in a way Danny recognized. “You know the one, John.”

“The one with the guy,” John repeated, shaking his head.

“She is referring to Stone Soup starring Chris Drake,” Zach said.

“Exactly,” Emma said. “He’s the dreamiest.”

“Chris Drake?” Steve said. “Is he the guy on that TV show you watch every week?”

“No Daddy,” Emma said with a world of disappointment that her father was so lame. “He was in The Superheroes Save Earth. He was Sealman.”

“Oh. That guy,” Danny said. “You should have known that. He’s your favorite superhero,” he said to Steve.

“I never saw that movie,” Steve said, shaking his head.

“Emma watches it once a week, at least,” John said.

“Not that much,” Emma said.

“Oh you so do,” John said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve decided. “I do have some idea who you are talking about. All right. If we can get tickets to Stone Soup, does that work for everyone?” The kids all agreed it would be cool to go see it. Zach said he had read some reviews and thought it sounded like an interesting experience. “Henry?”

“I don’t get a vote,” Henry laughed.

“Of course you do,” Danny said. “If you don’t want to go, you’ll not go. If you do want to go, Steve will get you a ticket.”

“I’d like to go,” Henry said, giving Dancy more bacon because she had eaten all of hers.

“Good,” Steve said. “I’ll ask if we can get tickets. And I’ll call you when I’m done today. We’ll decide if we’re going out to eat then. Behave yourselves and listen to Danny and Henry.” The kids assured him they would and wished him good luck with his interviews. With that, he left the suite carrying his change of clothes, trying not to regret that his day was not going to be spent with the kids.

Lt Brown was waiting for him when he got to the lobby, walking with him to the car she had left in the lot. “What does the family have planned today?” she asked as they pulled into the street. Steve was in the front with her, not wanting to feel like he was being chauffeured even though he admitted that was what she was doing.

“They are going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art,” Steve said, watching the passing scenery. “We’d like to go see Stone Soup tomorrow if you could get us tickets. My daughter has a crush on Chris Drake, apparently.”

“I will certainly try, sir,” she said. “Is there another show they would like to see if those tickets are not available?”

“We didn’t really discuss an alternative,” he said. “As long as it is age appropriate, we’d appreciate any tickets you can get for us.”

“Of course,” she agreed.

He didn’t bother telling her the ages of the kids. He was certain she already had them just like she already knew their shoe sizes, their latest grades from school, and an entire list of possible career choices they might one day decide to pursue.

Lt Brown briefed him on what to expect during his interview on the Rebecca Fields show as they drove to the studio. Rebecca Fields hadn’t reached the prominence of Oprah but was getting closer. “She is respectful and courteous,” Lt Brown said. “But don’t let her charm fool you. She’s as sharp as a tack. Although she does not engage in ambush journalism, she will call you on any inconsistencies she may perceive from you.”

“I understand,” Steve said. “Telling the truth will prevent any inconsistencies.”

“It’s the part of the truth that you can’t tell that can trip you up,” Lt Brown said knowingly.

“I take it you’ve read my file,” Steve said, glancing over at her.

“I have,” she agreed. “It is one of the most impressive I’ve ever seen.”

 He shrugged at that as though it was nothing special. “That was a long time ago.”

“Not so long, sir,” she said.

“I suppose,” Steve said. “The mornings I have trouble getting out of bed make it seem like yesterday. Most other times it feels like a lifetime ago. Or a life lived by someone else.”

“Understandable,” she said.

“Your usual job isn’t chauffeuring people around New York City,” he said with no question implied.

“No sir,” she said, not glancing over at him.

“Do you know Catherine Rollins?” he asked her.

“We’ve met,” Lt Brown said.

“Although I guess she’s Catherine Rollins McGuire now,” Steve said.

“She is,” Lt Brown agreed.

Steve had nothing else to say about Catherine and let the conversation lapse. He had talked to Catherine several months earlier when she had called to tell him she was getting married. He’d wished her the very best and meant every word. He thought she had forgiven him for breaking her heart but he didn’t ask and she didn’t volunteer to absolve him. Not that he in anyway regretted his decision to marry Danny. He should have handled telling Catherine better. Even though Kono had said she wasn’t surprised, he had felt a chill every time he had talked to her afterwards.

“We heard from former President Obama’s people,” Lt Brown said. “His daughter went into labor this morning. So he won’t be coming to New York for the Today show tomorrow.”

“I understand,” Steve said. “I’m glad for him and Mrs. Obama. And their daughter of course.”

“Of course,” Lt Brown said with a smile. She pulled into a parking garage that had the symbol of the network attached to it, easily navigating it to the third level. After she had parked, Steve followed her across the deck and into a corridor which was brightly lit if somewhat shabby. That led to a hallway that was lined with posters for shows on the network, then out to a front lobby where a young woman was waiting with an iPad in her hand. “We aren’t late, are we?” Lt Brown asked.

“Not at all,” the woman said glancing at her iPad before looking back up at Steve. “I am Courtney Austin, Governor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well. Thank you for having me on your show,” Steve said, shaking her hand.

“I’m leaving you in Courtney’s capable hands,” Lt Brown told Steve. “I’ll be back to get you at 10:30.”

“Thank you,” Steve said, turning his focus to Courtney as Lt Brown walked back toward the parking garage. He vaguely wondered where Lt Brown was going but it certainly wasn’t any of his concern.

“If you’ll come right this way, we’ll get you in make-up. There’s still 45 minutes before the taping starts,” Courtney said, gesturing to their right.

Steve nodded, following Courtney down yet another corridor and into a room with several chairs set before huge mirrors.

“Governor,” she said, indicating one of the chairs. Steve sat as directed, looking in the mirrors at what was going on behind him. Courtney seemed to be consulting with a young man with black hair that was defying gravity. Steve wondered if what he used on his hair would finally tame Danny’s under any circumstance.

“Governor,” the young man said when he stood next to Steve. “I’m Jose. Courtney has asked me to prep you for your appearance.”

“Certainly,” Steve said tilting his body slightly away from Jose.

“Since you are a pro at being on TV, I know I won’t need to explain the preparations,” Jose said in a voice that was far too loud. Did he think because Steve’s hair was more silver than black that he was hard of hearing?

“I have been on TV more than I really like,” Steve agreed, talking more quietly than usual. Sometimes that would get others to lower their voices as well.

“Very good,” Jose said, still talking too loud. Steve sighed very softly and waited while Jose did his job. Fortunately, Jose decided Steve’s naturally tanned skin didn’t need a lot of coverage, just enough powder to prevent a shine from blinding the cameras. Steve’s short cropped hair never needed any fussing, unlike Danny’s which never wanted to behave.

“All done?” Courtney asked when Jose stepped back.

“We are,” Jose shouted at her. “He’s all yours.”

Courtney nodded, escorting Steve to a dressing room with a couch and several comfortable chairs. “Would you like some water, Governor?”

“Yes, please,” Steve agreed, accepting a small bottle she retrieved from a tiny refrigerator and twisting off the lid. “Does Jose shout at everyone? Or does he think I’m too old to hear him?”

Courtney laughed at his question, her green eyes lighting up. “He shouts at everyone, sir. He worked for Purple Denim for too many years. All those rock concerts… well, you can imagine.”

“I can,” Steve said with an understanding smile. “That makes perfect sense.”

“I hope you weren’t offended,” Courtney said.

“I have children,” Steve laughed. “It takes a lot more than a raised voice to offend me. Mostly I was just curious.”

“I get that question a lot,” she said. “I’ve asked him not to shout at the guests. But he doesn’t know he’s doing it.”

“That does make sense,” Steve agreed.

“Won’t you have a seat, sir? It’s still about 20 minutes before taping begins. Rebecca will be here in a few minutes.”

Steve sat in one of the chairs as requested, sipping his water as Courtney briefed him on the protocol for the show. Not that it was especially different from any of the other appearances in which he had been involved.

“But I know you know all this,” Courtney finally said with a smile.

“Every show is different,” he said kindly, hoping to relieve a little of her visible discomfort.

“I suppose they are,” she said, going to open the door at the light knock. “We just finished the briefing.”

The woman who entered was undoubtedly Rebecca Fields, with her long red hair and her complexion that was more freckles than not. She had a reputation as a tough but fair interviewer, one who charmed her guests with her fiery wit and her infectious laughter. She was only five feet tall but her presence took up much more space than that.

She approached Steve with her hand out, a smile on her lips and in her eyes. “Governor Williams-McGarrett. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you for having me,” he said smiling down at her.

“Courtney told you what to expect? How our interview would proceed?”

“She did. She did an excellent job of covering all the bases,” Steve said.

“Very good. We try to do the interviews in ‘real time.’ Unless one of us says something that the censors would fine the network for, we don’t generally go back and redo or edit. Is that going to be a concern for you?” she asked brightly.

“That’s fine,” he agreed. “I don’t generally use language that would cause the censors any problems.”

“But I’ll wager you can swear like a sailor,” she laughed, making him smile.

“Not since the kids were born,” he said.

“Kids will do that,” she agreed cheerfully. “Are they here in New York?”

“Most of them are. They are going to the Museum today.”

“I had thought they might come to watch the taping,” she said, tilting her head to one side to look up at him.

“They are used to me being on TV,” he said with a small shrug. “They stopped being impressed years ago.”

“I see,” Rebecca laughed. “Jaded at an early age.”

“I suppose so,” he said.

“It happens,” she said. “My kids will barely watch my show. Unless one of their favorite celebs is on, of which I am not one. Then they might tune in.”

“Do they get to come and meet their favorite celebrities?” Steve asked.

“Sometimes,” she said. “They aren’t easily impressed.”

“Probably just as well,” Steve said.

“Probably so,” she said with a laugh. “I need to scoot. Courtney will come and get you when it’s nearly time.”

“Thank you for stopping in,” Steve said as Rebecca made her way to the door.

“See you shortly,” she said, leaving with Courtney at her heels.

Steve took out his phone, finding a text from John: at musuem. Phones vibrate only. Steve texted his acknowledgement, checking for missed calls. But since it was the middle of the night in Hawaii, he wasn’t surprised he didn’t have any. A rare but delightful occurrence.

With nothing else to do, he picked up a random magazine in the stack on one of the end tables. He wasn’t particularly interested in Six Steps to the Perfect Beach Body advertised on the cover of the Woman’s Day but he did flip through in case there were any good summer recipes he could try when they stole away with the kids to the beach house.

He was in the middle of an article on whether or not Chris Drake would appear in the sequel to The Superheroes Save Earth (tentatively titled as of press time The Superheroes Save the Universe) when Courtney knocked and entered.

“Interesting reading?” she asked with a bright smile.

“My daughter apparently has a major crush on Chris Drake,” Steve said, turning the magazine so Courtney could see the pictures of him. Steve thought there was a tad too much exposed skin, even for Hawaii, but it wasn’t like Woman’s Day was known for racy content. “Did you know he hasn’t signed to do the sequel?”

She laughed at his question, accepting the magazine when he offered it to her. “Everyone I know has a crush on him. He’s very very nice in person which is a fabulous change of pace.”

“So he’ll do the sequel?” Steve asked, laughing.

“I’m pretty sure he will. Why would he refuse? Wouldn’t it be career suicide if he didn’t do it?” she said, placing the magazine back on the end table.

“I’m afraid I’m not as well versed in all things Chris Drake as I ought to be,” he confessed.

“That is a surprise,” she teased with a laugh, leading him out of the green room. “I’m guessing if they filmed the movies in Hawaii, you’d know all about him.”

“Parts of the first one were filmed there,” Steve said. “I only know because my daughter told me. Fortunately she didn’t find out until after the movie was released or she’d have demanded I fly her to the location.”

“Would you have?” Courtney asked with a wink.

“Probably,” Steve admitted. “It would have been really hard to say no since the Governor’s office has its own helicopter.”

She really laughed at that, stopping in the third hallway, gesturing toward a door that was half glass window. Next to the door was a TV monitor that showed Rebecca on the stage of her show, talking to her audience. Steve could just make out what she was saying as she greeted her enthusiastic fans.

“It’s 3 minutes until you will be welcomed on stage,” Courtney told him. He nodded to acknowledge her words, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“May I leave this with you?”

“Certainly,” she agreed, slipping it in the pocket of her jacket. “You could turn it off.”

He shook his head at that. “I’m not actually allowed to,” he said with a shrug.

“Must be difficult,” she said with some sympathy.

“You get used to it,” he responded.

“I suppose there are many things you must learn to accommodate when you are in public office.”

“There are,” he agreed. “Living in a fish bowl is the most difficult. We try to protect the kids as much as possible. Fortunately they are better behaved than we really have reason to expect.”

“The press would surely respect their privacy.”

“Most do. Some still hold a grudge against me and Danny from our time with Five-0. The on-line reporters can be the most aggressive.”

“Less of the old fashioned manners,” she agreed. “We find the same thing to be true.”

“It gets tiresome. We manage to mostly ignore them. The schools won’t let reporters on the grounds. That helps.”

“They try to get to your children at school?” Courtney asked, her displeasure on behalf of his family in her voice and on her face.

“They try,” he agreed. “We don’t send security with them. One of the few places they are without it.”

“I see,” she said with a nod. “Thirty seconds,” she said, pointing to a timer at the bottom right hand corner of the screen. When it was down to 10 seconds, she opened the door, walking with him to the area behind the bright red curtains. From there, he could hear Rebecca telling the audience he was with them. There was some polite applause which grew louder as he stepped out from behind the curtain. By the time he reached Rebecca to shake her hand, there were some wolf whistles joining the excited clapping.

“Welcome,” she said as the enthusiasm finally wound down. “Sit, please.”

He took the plush chair next to the one where she sat, smiling over at her. That drew some additional applause which in turn made him smile even more.

“You are the first sitting governor I’ve had on my program,” she told him happily. “So glad you could join us.”

“Thank you for having me,” he responded, still smiling at her.

“For those who don’t know, you are not only Governor of Hawaii but a former Navy SEAL.”

“Yes I am,” Steve agreed.

“And between those two, you were in charge of the task force known as Five-0. I believe we have some photos of your former professions,” Rebecca said, turning in her chair to see the monitor at the back of the stage. When the first photo appeared, of Steve in his Dress Blue Uniform, the applause along with the whistles of appreciation was even louder. Steve laughed at the reaction, shaking his head. “When was this?”

“It looks like 2009 but I could be wrong,” he said, studying the photo. It was fairly generic and could have been almost any time in his career. The next picture was a wedding photo, Danny looking resplendent in his uniform. “That’s our wedding picture.”

“Two such handsome men,” Rebecca said in appreciation. “Is your husband in New York with you?”

“He is. He and our children are visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We are hoping to go see a show tomorrow night,” he said as the slide show continued. There were several pictures of him from their Five-0 days, none of which – miraculously – showed him bloody or with any broken bones. There were some from his time as Governor including one with the President of the United States. None of the pictures included the children although several had Danny in them which he thought was only right.

“You certainly have lived a full life,” Rebecca remarked with a laugh when the light came back up.

“I have been very lucky,” Steve agreed.

“You’ve earned the luck you’ve had,” Rebecca suggested with a knowing smile. “You have never been one to rest on your successes.”

“I try not to,” Steve said. “Although I never actually intended to be Governor. I was drafted by forces I couldn’t control.”

That confession drew an appreciative laugh from the audience, Steve smiling at them.

“I’ve heard that,” Rebecca said. “Whoever made you run knew what they were doing.”

“Thank you,” Steve said. “It’s been interesting, I can assure you of that.”

“Tell us what you can about being a SEAL,” she invited.

“There are a lot of things I’m not allowed to discuss,” he said to her nods. “However, I can tell you that Kirby Greenly was never a SEAL.”

“I’ve heard rumors to that effect,” she said. “Why would someone lie about it?”

“I can’t speak for him. I can only speculate that he thought the classified nature of all SEAL activities would prevent anyone from calling him on his lies. It’s not a secret that I was a SEAL. Those things I did in service of this country are classified. I can say with completely certainty that he was not in Pakistan for the raid that took out Bin Laden,” Steve said in a tone that left no doubt about his authority on the subject.

“Do you know any of the SEALs who were there?” she asked.

“If I do, I’m not at liberty to admit it,” he said. “My security clearance is sufficient to know he was not a SEAL and he certainly was not in Pakistan.”

“Have you talked with him?”

“I haven’t. I haven’t tried. I can hardly imagine what I’d say.”

“Stop lying for a start,” she suggested, making the audience laugh.

“I suppose,” Steve said with a smile. “But it would become a shouting match. And it would resolve nothing.”

“So you’re mounting a counter offensive,” she said knowingly.

“Yes. I was requested to front the campaign by the Secretary of the Navy. Apparently I still report to her,” he joked.

“I would imagine the Governor of Hawaii reports to multiple constituencies.”

“That’s true. Not the least of which is my children,” he said with a laugh.

“As it should be. Do they know why you are here?”

“They do. They know as much about my time as a SEAL as anyone can. Keeping secrets is inbred in the military even when it comes to our families. It’s for their protection even more than mine.”

“I can imagine it must be difficult,” she suggested.

“Sometimes it is. There’s a whole chunk of my life they can never know about. That time was before they were born. Afterwards, my life is pretty much an open book.”

“For those who don’t know, tell us about your children,” she invited.

“I have two with Danny – our son and daughter. He has a daughter from his previous marriage. His ex-wife and her husband have a son and daughter as well. We are a truly blended family. All five children are either blessed or cursed with two sets of parents.”

“Sounds like a blessing to me,” she said with a smile. “How many are here?”

“Three are plus my daughter’s best friend. They just had to go to Macy’s yesterday,” he said with a laugh.

“One of the first stops for a lot of visitors,” she agreed. “What else do you have planned?”

“We’re going to see the Mets on Saturday,” he said, drawing a smattering of applause. “Danny’s a huge Yankees fan but they are on the road. He’s promised to pretend to not hate the Mets. The kids have never seen a professional baseball game and we thought this would be an excellent opportunity.”

“Indeed,” Rebecca agreed. “You generally go to Pro Bowl.”

“We do,” Steve agreed. “The NFL has been very generous to our family. They invite us every year. The kids have a great time.”

“I can imagine,” Rebecca said before asking him several other questions while the audience listened in complete attention. Before Steve knew it, she was thanking him again for appearing and asking if he would return when he had the time. He naturally agreed that he would and that was that.

“Well done,” Courtney said when he was once again backstage.

“Thank you. The time flew by,” Steve said, accepting his phone back. He had one missed call from an unknown number and two text messages from Danny. Neither of them were urgent but he smiled to see them anyway.

“That’s a good sign,” Courtney said. “Lt Brown is waiting for you in the lobby.”

“Thank you,” Steve said, following her back the way they had come. As promised, Lt Brown was in the lobby patiently awaiting his arrival.

“It went well?” Lt Brown asked politely.

“I suppose so,” Steve said. “I don’t have any way of knowing.”

“He was an exemplary guest,” Courtney told her. She winked at Steve before holding out her hand. “Thank you again.”

“Thank you,” he responded, leaving with Lt Brown to return to the car. He texted Danny getting an immediate response. He said the kids were having a great time just as he and Henry were.

“I was able to get you tickets for tomorrow night,” Lt Brown told him as they were leaving the parking garage.

“That’s excellent. Thank you.”

“The seats aren’t the best but the box office assured me that there are no obstructed views. And unless there are unforeseen circumstances, Chris Drake should be in his starring role.”

“Emma and Dancy will be thrilled,” Steve said with a smile over to her.

“The others don’t mind, do they?” she asked kindly.

“No. There isn’t much that John and Zach wouldn’t do for their little sister,” Steve said, looking out the window at the huge buildings they were passing. How did Danny stand living in a concrete jungle? Steve had no idea but he was eternally grateful that Hawaii had become home to them both equally.

“That’s wonderful, isn’t it?” she said.

“We think so. Emma may have us all wrapped around her finger,” Steve admitted. “But I think that’s the baby child’s job.”

“I’ve always thought so,” Lt Brown said.

“Do you have children?” he asked, glancing over at her.

“I don’t,” she said. If there was some regret in her tone, Steve decided he didn’t need to acknowledge it. “We heard from the people at Sunday Morning Round-up. It seems that Kirby Greenly is willing to appear with you.”

“That’s a little surprising,” Steve said.

“To us as well. We think he may be trying to salvage his book sales. They’ve already started to plummet.”

Steve shook his head at that. “He can’t win.”

“No he can’t. I can’t imagine what he believes he will accomplish by sitting at the table with you. Especially as you will have been on five nationally broadcast shows by then. And I received a call from the editor of the New York Times Book Review. They would like an interview.”

“I had a call from a number I didn’t recognized with a Manhattan area code. I guess it was them.”

“Probably,” Lt Brown said. “I told them I would ask you. They will do the interview at your convenience.”

“Tomorrow after the first taping will work if that is good for them,” Steve said.

“Certainly, sir. I will contact them and let them know. They are willing to do the interview over the phone which will make it a little less inconvenient.”

“It’s no trouble if I need to go to their offices. Since I’m here already.”

“I’ll let them know,” she said. 

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