This is definitely AU, but it wouldn't leave my head after tonight's ep. :)

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And I'll never let you go,
I'll never let you go,
I found you and now I know,
That I'll never let you go
-Evermore

The sun was setting over New York City and the sky burned an intense shade of red. The late fall winds bit at Mac Taylor's skin and all he wanted was the warmth and comfort of his apartment, their apartment. He walked up the stairs, fighting the urge to take them two at a time. She'd gotten off before him and now he ached to see her.

He slowly opened the front door, "Stella?"

"Kitchen." Stella called back.

Mac smiled and locked the door behind him. He shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes, and dropped the keys on the stand before making his way to their small kitchen. He grinned at the sight of her. Her dark brown curls were damp from a shower and she sat barefoot on the counter in a pair of sweats and his old USMC shirt. He dropped a kiss to her forehead, "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"I ordered out for dinner." Stella informed him, leaning against the cupboard behind her.

"Okay." Mac's smile was permanent on his face. He moved away from her to get a bottle of water from his fridge, "Want one?"

"Uh-huh." Stella nodded, "And the cheese sticks."

"I thought you ordered dinner?" Mac grabbed them anyways.

"I'm hungry now." Stella's lower lip jutted out, "Just to tide us over."

Mac handed her the package of cheese sticks, "How are you feeling?" He pressed a cool hand to her face, "Anymore nausea?"

"No." Stella shook her head, "Now I'm just starved."

Mac nodded, but kept his hand on her face, cupping her cheek, "I love you."

"I love you too, Detective Taylor." Stella grinned, "Which is why I'm not giving you hell for chasing that bastard..."

"How?"

"Detective Intercom." Stella replied.

"Danny." Mac growled.

"He shot a cop, Mac." Stella slid off the counter and paced.

"I had to get him, Stella."

"I know." She bit viciously into the cheese stick, "I know it's the job. I just worry about you."

"I can hold my own."

"I'm aware." Stella rolled her eyes, "We just have a lot more to look out for these days."

Mac nodded, "It just got so under my skin."

"It got under mine too, Mac." Her hands trailed up and down his arms, "We're in this together. You're not alone, remember?"

He gave a single nod before the doorbell rang and Mac went to pay for the food.

–

They lay on their bed that night; Mac's arms wrapped protectively around Stella's middle and her head resting on his chest. Her palm lay flat against his skin, feeling his heart beat against it. Her emotions were running haywire and she blinked back the tears that pooled in her eyes.

"Stella." Mac whispered against her hair while his hand traced circles on her shoulder.

"She was pregnant." Stella whispered and sniffled.

Mac kissed the crown of her head, "I know."

"If it can happen to someone who isn't in a high risk-"

"-none of that." Mac tilted her head up with his pointer finger, "Stella, look at me."

Stella sniffled again and tilted, her chin resting on his chest, "What?"

"Nothing is going to happen." He wiped her tears away with his thumb, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He sat up slightly, pulling Stella into his arms, "I'm not letting anything happen to either of you." His hand rested on the slightly protruding bump.

"Don't let anything happen to you either." Stella's hand covered his, "We kind of love you a lot."

"I love you both."