Father Taylor

Summary: They married long time ago. They adopt twins. They share the longest and strongest friendship.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI:NY xD but I wish I did…

"Theresa! Emily!" Stella shouted. "Supper's ready!"

I smiled as I heard the names of our twins. They were up to no good when they were alone in their room.

A few seconds later I heard them coming up to the kitchen, looking curious at their plates, only to see they were empty.

I chuckled slightly, causing them to look up.

"Whats it, daddy?" Theresa asked, her eyes staring at mine.

"Uh… nothing. You girls just look cute in those dresses." I answered quickly.

They both rolled their eyes. They knew I wouldn't answer them the truth so they gave in and sat down in their chairs again.

As Stella came in, she looked at their frown and laughed. Then she came over, laying her hands around my waist and whispered in my ear:

"They got that from you, darling."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. But the stubbornness is absolutely not from me." I whispered back.

Behind us there was a disgusted noise. We both turned, facing our daughters who were chuckling and making faces.

When they noticed that we were watching them, they stopped abruptly and stared at their plates with amused expressions on their faces.

As we ate, everyone was quiet for the moment. The girls, both seven years old, streaking their wild curly hair back so it couldn't fall into their plates.

"How was school today?" I asked.

As I said, it was quiet for the moment. Now they were speaking at the same time, telling me and Stella the best things they had experienced that day in school.

"Whoa, whoa." She said, smiling. "One at a time. Emily, would you start?"

The little girl grinned and began. "Today was SO cool. Our teacher brought a frog in class, a FROG. It was TOTALLY COOL. He croaked all the time. And he hopped around! Can you believe it?"

"Oh come on…" Theresa yawned. "I thought we were going to learn something about the frogs. You know, just like in the encyclopaedia you read to me last night, daddy. But then we just looked at it. So boring…"

I smiled at Stella who had the same expression on their face. Twins, as different as they could be. Emily was the calm one, who learned fast, but… thought like a seven year old should.

Then there was Theresa, the smartest kid I've ever seen. She had an 178 IQ which made it difficult, because she wanted to read lexicons instead of normal books. And she wanted to know EVERYTHING.

When Stella and I talked about work, she always wanted to listen. If she didn't know something, she asked me to explain it to her. And she kept it in her mind. If someone would ask her what they had read on their first day in school, she would recite it without thinking.

But both had the same wild, curly, dark brown hair and those dark eyes, where you could get lost in them. Perfect children. And you could take Theresa for Emily, if you would only look at them.

I sighed.

"Okay, listen to me." I said, both eyes now on me. "I understood that you had a frog in school. Which colour had it?"

Both answered simultaneously: "Brown."

"Wow. Cool. In my school time we didn't have such frogs in our class. We had to learn how to read. And that without break."

They looked shocked. School without break? Unbelievable.

"Tell me more about it, daddy!" Theresa squealed excited.

"Maybe in bed, but now finish supper." I answered.

Stella smiled at me. I knew what she wanted to say. We understood without words, because we knew each other a long, long time.

As supper was finished and the girls were making themselves ready for bed, I stood in the kitchen and helped Stella wash the dirty dish.

Suddenly she turned and hugged me, burying her head on my chest. I laid my arms around her waist, holding her tightly in my arms.

"I'm so glad you're here…" she whispered.

"I am, too."

"Thank you for loving me, Mac."

"Thank you for loving me back, Stella. I know you do."

She looked up at me, smiling. I kissed her and held her in my embrace, just when the girls came over.

"Daddy? Could you read something to me?" – "Could you tell me about your school, daddy?" they squealed.

I laughed and took them with me, leaving Stella behind in the kitchen.

"Who first?" I asked.

"Me!" both screamed.

"Okay then… I'll go to you, Emily. Theresa? Wait in bed, and don't sleep until I come, okay?"

The little girl nodded and ran to her room, closing her door behind. I followed Emily, picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"What shall I read for you today, Em?"

"The lille mermaid!" she squealed.

"LiTTle, Emily. Say it once again."

"Daddy!" But when I gave her a look, she hung her head and whispered: "Little."

I smiled and began, while she covered up in her blankets and placed her head on her pillow.

"Once upon a time in the deep, blue ocean there was a sea king, which lived in a palace with shells and gleaming pearls…"

I read and read. Then I noticed that Emily was sleeping deeply. I smiled slightly and put the book away. Walking outside I closed the door.

Reaching the room of Theresa, I heard her talking along, probably reading from a lexicon. I smiled once again.

Then I entered and placed myself on the bed, beside me my little daughter. She looked at me with an expecting look.

"Where do I start…" and so I began, telling my daughter about school time when I was young.

She was asleep faster than Emily, her head buried in her pillow.

I smiled at her sleeping frame, remembering the time when I was as young as her. When my father was still alive.

I get back to the bedroom, getting my pyjama on. Snuggling up with Stella under the covers, I thought about how lucky I was to have a family like that.

"How do you think about getting to Messer's tomorrow?" Stella mumbled half asleep.

I'm not sure if she heard my reply.

A/N: hope you enjoyed reading it xD be prepared for another cute one shot! please review