CSI:NY - "The Younger Generation"

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After hanging up the phone Stella and Michelle went to check on Mac. As they walked into the room they found him sound asleep. Bending down to feel his head, she found him warm, but not hot. Covering him up, she headed to Michelle's nursery to put her down for the night.

"There we go my little angel. Sleep peaceful."

Turning on her little lamp, and mobile Stella left the room.

*Knock, knock*

Looking at the clock, Stella wondered who would be calling this time of night. As she opened the door, she found Anya in tears.

"Anya...what's the matter?"

"Michael...that's what's the matter. He makes me so mad, he just doesn't listen to reason."

"Come on in. I'll make coffee, and we'll talk."

As Stella made the coffee, Anya took down the cups.

"How's Mac feeling?"

"Not to good. He's sleeping right now, so we won't be disturbed."

"That's good, I don't think I could handle a man in the room right now."

"Aww..come on Anya, it can't be that bad."

"Oh believe me, it is. He's so bullheaded, he doesn't listen to reason, and he's always right."

Stella couldn't help but laugh. For Michael was just like his father, all the way to his temper.

"Listen Anya, I'm going to take a wild guess here. You and Michael had a fight about the kids."

"How did you know?"

"Call it mothers intuition. So what did he do?"

"I finally helped him have the kids on a regular bedtime schedule, then he goes and ruins it tonight by telling MJ he can stay up past his bedtime, after I told Michael it wasn't wise to break the schedule. So he stormed upstairs with MJ and put him down in bed. Then storming back downstairs he started WWIII with me."

"Ahhhhh....so he was all fine with your help until it came to something he wanted his way with MJ."

"That's right. I know they are his children, and I in no way would over step my bounds, but he seemed to feel I was taking over, and trying to be the better parent. So I told him he was wrong, that I'm not the parent at all, he is."

"Then he faught with you, telling you that you don't want him or his children, that you no longer love or need them."

"God you are good at this Stella, that's right. So I knew there was no explaining anything to him tonight, so I left and came here."

"Oh Anya, you poor doll you. Does Michael know you were coming here?"

"No. I told him I was just going to my sisters, at least there I'm appriciated."

Stella was loving this. She could see the sparks ignite in Anya's eyes, and she could just imagine the sparks in Michael's.

"You love him, don't you Anya?"

Looking Stella in the eyes with fresh tears she whispered.....

"I do Stella, I truely do."
 
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Just as Stella had Anya settled, Michael called.

"Hello."

"Hi mom, how's dad?"

"He's still sick son. How are you, the kids and Anya?"

Silence could be heard, as Stella tried desperately not to laugh.

"I wouldn't know mom, she left me."

"She left you? I didn't know you were living together? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We weren't living together mom, we were just dating. We had an arguement and she stormed out. She's very unreasonable you know, she tried to tell me I had to keep MJ on a bedtime schedule, that it was a good idea. Then when I tried to keep MJ up, she told me that I shouldn't cause it breaks the routine."

"Well...did you listen to what she told you?"

"I did, but I wasn't happy about it. I mean, when is it her job to tell me how....."

"Michael stop. I want you to listen to me for a minute. Did you, or did you not ask for Anya's help with my grandchildren?"

"I did, what does that have......"

"Michael...why did you ask for her help if you didn't want it?"

"I......well....."

"Well, why did you?"

"I guess because I felt she was part of our lives."

"Michael....do you love Anya?"

Once again Stella could hear the silence, the deep sigh of her son.

"The kids are crazy about her."

"I asked if you love her?"

"I do mom, so much. I never realized it till now. God I'm a fool. I need to call her at her sisters."

"Michael, she's not at Nat's, she's here with me sleeping in the spare room."

"She came to you mom?"

"She did, she's a very smart, beautiful, and wise young lady. I really hope you know how lucky you are Michael."

"I do mom. Can you keep her there in the morning till I get there with the kids?"

"Of course I can. Get some rest Michael, I love you."

"I love you too mom, night."
 
The following morning, Anya helped Stella with Michelle, while she checked on Mac.

"How you feeling hon?"

"A bit better, I think the fever has broke."

As she felt his head, he was cool to the touch.

"It has. Do you feel like trying some toast?"

"Sure love, that would be nice. But can I have a kiss first? I've missed you the last few days."

Leaning over her husband she kissed him softly and sweetly on the mouth. As Mac went deeper, she had to stop him.

"Behave you, Anya's here."

"Anya? Why? Did something happen?"

"Yeah. Your son happened. He and Anya had a falling out."

"Why is it whenever the kids are bad or do something wrong they are mine. But when they are good, they are yours?"

Instead of answering, she kissed him soundly again to distract him.

"Anyways, Michael should be here any time to get Anya. So you might want to get up, shower and see how he makes it all better with her."

Not wanting to miss his son in action. Mac showered, dressed and headed downstairs."


"Morning Mac, how are you feeling?"

"Good Anya, how are you doing?"

Wrong thing to say he realized to late, as she began to cry again. Rushing over Mac took her in his arms, and held her.

"Hey now. It can't be all that bad, can it?"

"It is. Your son is bullheaded, and I can't help but love him."

Mac smiled at his wife. For he now knew where Anya stood in their family.

"Shh...it's okay love. I'm sure Michael will apologize, give him time."

As Mac looked into her eyes, he could see the warmth, and the love that she would provide to his son and his children. Hearing the door open, and the grandchildren yell.....

"Nana, Papa, we are here."
 
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"There's my grandbabies, how are you's?"

"Good Nana, where's papa?"

"He's in the kitchen with Anya."

"Anya!!"

Running to the kitchen MJ leaped into Anya's arms.

"Anya...I missed you, where were you when I woke up?"

"I had to out sweetie pie, did you sleep well?"

"I did Anya, but daddy was cranky, cause he said Caroline kept him up all night."

"She did?"

"Uhuh...and daddy said it was cause she missed you rocking her, and that it was cause of you too he got no sleep."

Mac was trying desperately not to laugh, for here was MJ telling Anya that it was all her fault, cause daddy said so.

"Oh...well, how about we go see daddy and Caroline? Where are they?"

"Talking to nana, but I stay with papa, cause I miss him."

"Okay sweetie pie, that's fine."

Leaving MJ with his papa, Anya walked out into the living room, and as she neared Caroline, she outstretched her arms to her and said....

"Mmmmammma."

Stella stood in shock, as did Michael, for Caroline had just spoke her first word.

"Oh my. Her first word," said Stella.

Taking Caroline in her arms, Anya cooed her while Michael watched with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Anya. Please forgive me, I'm so, so, sorry and I.....I...."

" What Michael?" she whispered with tears.

"I love you Anya. I love you."

"I love you too Michael, you and your children."

"No Anya, our children, if you'll have us. Marry me Anya."

Everyone was watching, even MJ and Mac were waiting to hear her answer.

"Yes Michael, I will marry you."

Embracing her in his arms, MJ whispered to his papa......

"Papa, does this mean Anya is my new mommy?"

"It does MJ, are you happy?"

"I am papa, sooooo much."
 
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