New York Is So Cold At Night

"Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon"

Mac plucked away at his guitar whispering the words to the tune the strings made together. He never thought it possible. How could he be a father? He let his eyes rest on his beautiful baby boy.

"How are my baby boys?" Stella asked wrapping her arms around Mac's neck and kissing his temple. She was dressed in a long white gown with tiny tan ruffles at the bottom and the long sleeves. It was mid winter and it had been a miserable day stomping through the snow getting the baby's crib inside their apartment that was located on the seventh floor, Stella smiled remembering how funny it was watching Mac, Don and Danny all try and bring the pre assembled furniture up. It would've been set up months before but they kept putting it off and before they knew it Stella was giving birth.

Mac placed his guitar down and tangled his fingers in his gorgeous wife's hair. Stella had always been Mac's best friend but he never thought they would be married. And now they were they'd been married now for 7 months and 3 days. Yes he kept track, even if he didn't want to keep track he'd remember. That day was such a blessing, Stella wore a long white wedding gown with a veil and all the works, but she was glowing that day and there was no way she would be able to hide it. That day was probably the most Mac had cried since his first wife died.

"Ready for bed?" Stella asked snapping her darling husband out of his thoughts.

"Yes ma'am."

The Two slipped under the heavy blankets and clicked the baby monitor on looking foreword to the rude awakening's they'd be receiving all night long. Everything about being parent's was appealing to the couple.

The last thing Mac remembered before nodding off into a dream world was looking through the crack between the door and wall and seeing his son cuddled up in his crib against a large pooh bear Lindsey has given him saying that 'Every child needs to grow up with a Winnie the pooh doll.'

"Mac!"

The shrill sound of Stella's teary scream jolted Mac awake and he noticed it was 9:30am. He hadn't been waken by his baby boy all night but that wasn't foremost on his mind. He jumped up running across his room and into the baby's. "What's Wrong, Stella?"

"Where is he?" She brushed tears from under her eyes and leaned into her loving husband. They hadn't come up with a name for their bundle of joy because he was born early and the two were so indecisive.

Mac held his wife as he saw the wasteland their son's room had become. The crib and dresser were knocked over and the window was smashed in. How didn't they hear the commotion that must've gone on in the small area. "Call the police."

Footnote: I just thought story plot up at random and am curious if this is an interesting story or not. If you like it I'll write more. If not you'll have to come up with your own conclusions. Thanks.