A NY Smex Story: Loosing Faith on Love

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The next morning Mac, Stella and the girls headed home. "Papa....when does mommy come home with daddy"? "Tonight love, sometime after supper". "Papa...how come King and Kong still smell"? "They will for a while love, but it will fade". "Papa....is the house still going to be stinky"? "No sweetheart, why all the question's Sara"? "Cause it's how I learn thing papa, don't you know that".



Laughing at the situation, they pulled into the driveway, where the cleaner's were just finishing up. "Morning Det.Taylor, your house now smells like roses, we also set some traps in the backyard for those skunks, they're just cages, and don't worry about the dogs, the traps are to small". "Okay, thanks, how much do I you"? Passing Mac the bill, he almost passed out. "$850 dollars, are you insane"?



"Yup!!! we are, to do this line of work you have to be". Signing the check, Mac passed it over as they left. "I can't believe this, $850 dollars, Christ, there goes our vacation love". "Dream on Taylor, you ain't getting out of this one". Opening the door, the girls inhaled the scent...."mmmmm....smells nice nana, and everything is so pretty". "For $850 bucks, it better be". "Oh stop Mac, let's get some lunch".



As they sat and ate grilled cheese, with soup, King and Kong investigated the traps. "Look at those dumb dogs, how much you want to bet, one of them get trapped in there". "Mac...the guy told you, it's too small". "Believe me love, these dumb dogs will find a way". Clearing the table, Stella had a dizzy spell". "Whooa....". "Stel...you okay love, come on sit down". "Oh nana, are you hurt, can I help". "I'm fine love, just doing to much, need to relax a minute".



"You sure you're okay Stel"? "I'm fine Mac, stop worry, I'd be more worried about those dogs, it looks like Kong, has just about got his whole paw in there". "KONG...NO...COME". Running back into the house, he told them to go lay down. "I'm telling you Stella, they get dummer with age". "Papa...can we play hide and seek"? "Umm..how about a movie instead, your mom and dad will be here shortly". "Okay papa, love you".



Running into the den, the girls put on a movie, while Mac worried about Stella.
 
When the kids finished their bath's, they redressed and waited for their mom and dad to come. *Knock, knock*. "Mommy......yelled Sara as she ran to the door, openeing it. "Hey...there's my baby girl, how was your time with nana, and papa"? "Good, King and Kong got sprayed by a skunk, and we had to stay at Uncle Michael's". "You did...poor Uncle, where is your sister's"? "They're still watching the movie, come on, come see".



As they entered the den, they noticed mom wasn't there. "Dad...where's mom, is she out"? "No...she's upstairs laying down, she's not feeling well". "Hmm....where are the dogs"? "Being stupid, so I put them outside with the skunks". "Dad....that's not nice". "Oh I'm just kidding, they are upstairs with your mom, they haven't left her side". "Mama...we go home now, I'm tired, and it's school tomorrow". "Sure sweetie, get ready girls, dad, ask mom to give me a call when she feels better".



After they left, Mac cleaned the den, did up the few dishes, and headed upstairs to bed. As he neared the door, the dogs growled at him. "Stop that, what the hell is wrong with you two, out"? Still not leaving, they laid their heads back down, but ignored Mac, as they slept on the bed. "Stel...Stel, wake up love". "Mmmm....what is it Mac"? "What is it...I can't get these damn dogs off the bed, what the hell is wrong with them"?



"I don't know Mac, King, Kong, come on, down". Jumping off the bed, they plopped down in front of Stella on the floor. "Christ they are protective to you, what the hell do they know, I dont"? "I don't know Mac, maybe they know I'm not well". Climbing in beside her, he pulled her into his arms and fell asleep. "Mac....". "Mmhmm...". "I love you, more then you could ever know or feel".



Turning her over, he seen the tears. "What is the matter Stella, you are acting as if it's the end of our time together, just like the dogs are acting like I'm evil, what is going on around here"? "I don't know....she cried....I can't seem to stop crying, touch me please, can you please love me, love me like we used to". Not sure what his wife needed, for he never stopped loving her, he wiped her tears, kissed her eyes, nose, mouth, and while his tongue twirled within hers, he could feel her body shiver.



"Maaaaaaaaaac......I neeeeeed.....". Taking the kiss deeper, he turned her, pulling her on top, shadowing them with her hair, while he lifted her gown up her thighs, and placed her where she needed to be, and as they moved soul to soul, breath, to breath, they both came in firery passion". Still holding her tightly, he turned her on her side, and gathered her in the spoon position, whispering to her all through the night.
 
The following morning, Mac got the call on a murder at Grand Central, getting dressed, he had to walk by the dogs, and as he neared the washroom, they let out another menicing growl...."grrrrwl". "WOULD YOU STOP THAT, OUT NOW".



Once he was dressed, he kissed his wife good bye while she slept, and headed to the crime scene. "Ouch....looks like someone didn't sleep last night". "Not now Danny, what have we got". "Male DB, by the position of the spatter"......"Hey danny, stop doing my job". "Sorry Sheldon you were late". "Uhuuh.....hey Mac, how you doing, you look tired"?



"A little, now can we get this done, I need...... Taylor". "Mac it's Lindsay, as I was on my way to work, I seen this guy get shot, so I'm waiting on them to take my statement, but we need you here to process". "Linds, I can't be in two places at once, I'm already working a DB". "Then send Stella, otherwise I'm never going be able to leave".



"I'll send Danny for now, until I call Stella". "Thanks Mac". Calling home, the phone rang twice...."hello". "Hey Stel, I need you to go help Lindsay on 42nd, she's on her own dealing with a shooting victim". "Okay...I'm on my way". As she rose out of bed, she felt the wave of nausea hit her. "Whoa...wait a minute", as she sat back down. As the dogs watched with their heads to the side, she got up again, and headed into the bathroom.



"Why do you two insist on following me, and you best stop growling at daddy, or he's going to put you both out the door". Grabbing her keys, she petted the dogs good bye, and left. "Morning Stella, how are you, you look a little pale"? "I'm fine, let's get started". As they walked towards the scene to process, she felt the wave of nausea hit her again, as she swayed, one of the officer's caught her.



"Thanks". "You okay there Det.Taylor"? "I think so Parks, thanks, just a little dizzy". "You be careful". "I will". Once the crime scene was processed, they headed back to the lab. "Hey Linds, pull over, I need to grab something to eat, I'm so dizzy, I think my blood sugar might be low". Pulling into the parking lot, Stella grabbed a Reese Peanut Butter Cups, and a bottle of water.



"Stella....you hate peanut butter"? "I know, but I need something sweet to bring up my sugar". "As Lindsay drove, she watched with one eye, as Stella wolfed them down".
 
When Mac got back to the station, he ran into Lindsay. "Linds, you seen Stella"? "Ummm...I think she's still in the lunchroom, having a fight with the candy machine". "What...she hardly eats the stuff, unless it's the good chocolate". "I know, but she doesn't seem to care today". "what do you mean by that"? "On our way back from the crime scene, she had me stop at the store, for Peanut Butter Cups, said her sugar was low".



"Okay, thanks". Walking towards the lunchroom, he seen her banging the vending machine. "Stel....what are you doing there"? "I'm trying to get this peanut butter cup, it's stuck right between the edge". Slapping the side of the machine, Mac knocked it out. "Thanks , I need this, my blood is so low today, I almost passed out this morning". "Why didn't you tell me, you should tell me when you are sick".



"I'm not sick Mac". "You keep eating those peanut butter things you will be, you hate peanut butter". "I know, but I'm so lacking sugar right now, that I'd eat you, if you were made of the stuff". "Let's go Stel, I'll get you some decent lunch, and if you are a good girl, I'll even by you ice cream". "Oh yeah...let's go". Mac had never seen her so hyped up on sugar, she couldn't sit still.



"Where you off to Mac"? "I'm taking sugar dumling here to get some decent food, before she goes into sugar coma". "Sugar coma, how much has she eaten"? "Oh stop you two, I've only had four peanut cups, and they are tiny". "Stella.... you hate peanut butter, the only time you eat the stuff, is when you are pregnant". "Hahaha....funny Don, to funny, see you later".



Walking down the hall, Don wondered how long it would take for Mac and Stella to realize they were with child. "Christ, grandparents, having kids, what the hell is next". Walking down the hall, Danny asked..."what's so funny man"? "The Taylor's don't realize they are pregnant, imagine at 52, having another child, I guess some people never grow up", laughing they headed down to the lab.
 
When they reached the the little Cafe, Stella ordered a Pita, with the works, along with a water. "Are you sure that is all you want love"? "I'm positive Mac, I'm quite full". "After four peanut cups I guess so". As they ate, the food just wasn't cutting it for Stella, she began to feel ill. "Mac....I don't feel to well, I need to go home". Helping her up, she vomited all over his shoes.



"I'm sorry Mac, I'm just not feeling well". Checking her head, he realized she had no fever. "Okay...come on love, let's go". Opening the door, the dogs were waiting, following Stella to the couch, they laid down beside her. "What the hell is wrong with those dogs"? "I don't know Mac, and I'm to sick to care".



"I'll get you some water". Passing her the water, she laid back, and fell asleep, holding her tummy. Watching her from the chair, he thought back to the events of the day. "Dog's growl, dizzy spell, peanut butter cups, loss of appitite, tiredness. "No;...she couldn't be...it's impossible". Getting up, he neared her, as the dogs growled. "Stop that...lay down".



Heading to the kitchen, he grabbed the calender, and calculated her last monthly flow. "Six weeks ago, she's two weeks late". Looking at her, with love, and excitment, but most of all, because he still had it, he ran out to the store, and bought a huge gift basket, full of chocolate, including peanut butter cups. Putting them in the car, he then grabbed a dozen flowers, little tiny pink roses, and to top it off, one blue baby bootie, and one pink baby bootie".



Opening the door, he heard the shower running, figuring he had time, he set everything up on the bed, and put on "Having my baby". Turning off the water she heard that annoying song, throwing on her robe, she walked out, and seen everything set up on the bed. "Mac....what is all this"? "Come on love, think about it, the dogs growl, the peanut butter cups, the dizziness, the tiredness".



Thinking for all of two seconds, she yelled...."Oh my God...are we, oh God, we are pregnant, aren't we"? Shaking his head yes, Mac wrapped her in his arms, and whispered...."Are you ready for this all over again"? Crying into his ear, she said...."I'm more then ready daddy".


Picking her up, he laid her on the bed, pushed all the chocolate aside, and made love to her through the night.
 
As they lay in bed together, King and Kong, would growl everytime Mac touched or neared his wife. "I'm telling you love, another nine months of this, and I'm going to kill em". Laughing Stella threw them a treat". "Oh...that's it love, get them on your side, keep feeding, just so they will protect you more. "watch and learn Mac".


As Stella showed them the treat, they sat on their butts, licking their lips. "Now reach over and touch me Mac". As he bent over to kiss his wife, the dogs ignored him. "Good boy's, evertytime you leave daddy alone, you will get a special treat, but when you growl at daddy, you get none, understand"? "Woof, Woof".



Hiding the candy, Mac continued to kiss his wife's neck, without a sound from the dogs. "This is better love, now I can caress all of you. Tracing his hand around her tummy, he could hardly wait for her to grow again. "What do you think love, boy or girl"? "I'm not sure, doesn't really matter, as long as he/she is healthy".



Meanwhile at the station, Danny was closing off a case when Lindsay walked in. "Hey Montana, what's up"? "I thought you might want to go to dinner with the gang". "Hmm....where at"? "We don't know yet, where ever we end up". "Everytime we end up somewhere, one of us end up finding trouble". "Nah....let's go, come on Messer". "Fine, let me grab my coat".



When they all arrived at the bar, they took the booth nearest the door, incase of trouble. "HEY...YOU'RE IN OUR SEATS, MOVE NOW". Looking up, Flack, Danny, and Adam, seen six big guys already loaded. "Listen sir, we were here first, so why don't you go sit somewhere else". "I SAID THIS IS MY SEAT, GET OUT". Pulling Lindsay from the seat, he tossed her across the floor.



"NYPD FREEZE". "FUCK YOU PIG, GET EM BOY'S". As they battled, the bartender called the police, for he knew the boys would need back up, and fast. As they heard the sirens in the distance, the six guys took off, but not before Lindsay managed to shoot one in the ass. "Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.....you son of a bitch, you shot my ass".



As the arrests were made, and things quieted down, the gang finally sat down with their drinks.
 
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