Whispers under the Blue Moon... MaCanna's story.

written by MacsLovlyAngl

I do not own the CSI:NY characters. Just the children and Virgina.

MaCanna - 17yrs

Calista - 15yrs

Gregory- 8yrs

Donnie- 17yrs

Jessica- 8yrs

There will be two more stories after this, then the series will end. We will have Calista's story, followed by Gregory's.

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Welcome to the fourth installment in the Blue Moon series. This time around we have MaCanna's story. Now at the age of seventeen, MaCanna has discovered the joy of parties, sex, and teenage fun. During a senior year party, MaCanna and his girlfriend Selina have a little to much to drink. Finding a room, they decide to take their final step into their relationship.

Making love, without thought of the repercussions, Selina becomes pregnant. Telling MaCanna about their mistake, he knows they have no choice but to tell their parents. With the truth now out, the kids will have decide on their own whether to keep their child, or abort it. A decision that seems to be easier for Selina then MaCanna. Will they come to a decision about keeping their child? Or will MaCanna make the choice for her by placing his life on hold, to keep his unborn child alive? Let's find out.

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Stella was standing on the back porch watching the sun go down. Looking towards the lake, she seen Gregory playing by the water with his sister Calista and Donnie. Feeling the hands wrap around her waist, she turned and kissed her husbands warm lips. He had aged handsomly over the years. His hair now shinned with lines of pure silver, his face was still weathered with gorgeous looks. Even his eyes, still managed to pierce through her soul. Leaving her needing more of his touch which had never cooled.

Feeling his wife's intense stare, he whispered... "what love?". God she was still beautiful after all these years. Her skin was still pure, her hair had shades of grey blended with the chestnut brown curls. As well as her eyes, that still danced with tiny silver flecks. Softly kissing her once more, he sighed... "What are we going to do Stel? The news our oldest son has given us really shocked me. I honestly never thought he would find himself in this kind of mess."

"I don't know, Mac. There really isn't much we can do. What's done is done. It's up to the two of them to decide whether or not they want their child. All we can do is be there for them, when they decide."

"You know... I always thought it would be our Calista, and Donnie who would find themselves in trouble first. I use to invision it at night, Calista coming to our room and saying... mom, dad, Donnie and I are pregnant. Funny how things don't always work out the way you invision them."

"Yeah...

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Two months earlier...

"Holy shit, can you believe it sissy, I'm a senior this year. Aren't you going to miss me next year?" said MaCanna with a sinister smile.

He had grown into quite the young man. His hair was given to shoulder length, dark, the color of his mothers. His eyes were deep green and intense like his fathers. Nearing his eighteenth birthday, he had reached the height of 6ft1in with muscles that were toned. Everyone in town had refered to him as his father, but Mac knew that his son had a look all his own. Oh he had his mouth and eyes, but everything else was MaCanna.

"Are you kiddin', do you have any idea how long I've wanted your room. I'm dying to get my hands on that view of our lake. Those gorgeous wide studio windows will be all mine," laughed Calista as she brushed her beautiful long chestnut curls.

She had turned into quite the beautiful angel. Her sea green eyes danced with teenage mischief, her body was willow thin, with the perfect breasts, hips, and miles of leg at the age of 15. The boys at school referred to her as a fox. She was champion at track and field, she was head cheerleader on her squad, and she shot hoops, like Jordan, thanks to her uncle Danny. But out of all her choices, she had fallen in love with Donald Flack Jr. I mean, who would have thought it. Especially when they grew up tearing, at each others throats. But that's another story for a later time.

"You know sissy? What are you going to do, if I decide to attend College here? How are you going to have my room then?"

"Hm... I haven't really thought about it. Anyway... last one down to breakfast, has to eat their oatmeal without a spoon."

Running down the stairs, Calista beat her brother by a mile. "Damn you sissy, it's all that miles of leg that let you win all the time." said MaCanna out of breath.

"Mornin' mom, where's daddy?" asked Calista.

"He had to go into work early, sweetheart.

"Oh... okay. Mornin' little brother, how ya feelin'?"

Looking at his sister, he stuck out his tongue. Gregory was now eight, and a holy terror. He had short curly chestnut hair, and eyes like emeralds, that danced with a hint of the devil. There wasn't a day that went by, he was doing something he shouldn't be. Ruffling her brothers hair, she got up from the table.

"Watch your brother Gregory, he's going to eat his oatmeal with his fingers."

Stella turned, "what?"

"I lost another bet with sissy. So now I have to eat my oatmeal without a spoon," pouted MaCanna.

"Aww... look at the pouty face. Just like daddy." said Calista. "Now eat."

Hearing the knock at the door, Calista left the kitchen to answer it. "Good morning, Donnie." said Calista as she stood on her tiptoes to passionately kiss him. Taking the kiss deeper, neither of them heard Mac walk in. Grabbing them both by the ear, he seperated them.

"Keep those Flack lips off my little girl, Donnie." said Mac with protectiveness.

"Sorry sir." I mean... good mornin' how are you?"

"Uhuh... just keep your lips to yourself, and I'll be fine."

"Daddy... stop." Reaching up, she kissed her daddy's angry lips. "I love you daddy."

"I love you too, baby girl. Have a good day."

Running from the kitchen, MaCanna yelled... hey guys, wait for me. Mornin' dad. See ya."

Shaking his head, he wondered if his children would ever stay put long enough to say more then two words.

tbc...