For Danny

Rachel can't see her toes, anymore. Well, she can if she leans over but still. There's just gut. A big, hard gut. And in that big, hard gut, is a baby dude. It's just very, very strange. She would be loathe to admit, but the actual moment of finding out was a little magical and whatever but that's mostly because Raylan was there. And he seems so happy. He seems stoked. To have a son. That part seems real. It seems real that it's Raylan's son. Just not that it's Rachel's. Maybe not so much anymore because she doesn't want it, but that she still doesn't feel like she deserves it.

Whatever, now she's off to find Danny. She highly suspects he'll be disappointed it's not a girl, but maybe it's better that way. To have the baby not remind him anymore of his kid than necessary.

"So," she calls as she strolls up to his porch. "Do I have to start calling you Mr. McGarrett after this wedding?"