((Here we go with a continuation of the Death do us Part SL. This is just weeks after they've moved into the loft and everyone's trying to get back to normal….so yeah…babies are to be born and Italians are to be driven insane. Not to mention Mac. Read and Review, please? I'm counting on hearing from my pals out there! You know who you three are!! -.o ))

"Mac I need to talk to you." Ryan said as she sat in the chair across from the CSI's desk. She obviously seemed not like herself, but then lugging around twins and an extra 20 pounds wasn't doing much for her attitude lately.

"Sure, Ryan what can I do?" he said, a small smile as he sat back. He usually didn't mind a visit from the ex-detective since it seemed that ever since she had married Danny and they had moved into the loft she wasn't as….erm….well let's say she wasn't….gah! All right. She wasn't AS annoying as she used to be.

"I need you to be my birthing coach."

Mac blinked and the smile froze on his face. In fact everything froze on him.

Ryan sighed and looked around the lab for any sign of Danny or her sister, TJ, his partner, and still seeing none, she turned green eyes back to the lead CSI. "Well?"

She asked as if it was an everyday question.

Blink again. "Uuuh Ryan…isn't that something that Danny should do? He is your husband after all."

Her eyes narrowed. "Mac, be realistic. You've known men who work as cops and in the service and see blood and guts and gore…but when they have a baby and they're in the delivery room…who's the FIRST one to hit the floor face first when it's actually time?"

Mac had to chuckle at that and he could very well see Danny hitting the tile, passed out. The boy was great at his job and even more so in the last 2 years since meeting the girls, but the older CSI knew that she was right to a fault. "Well what about TJ?"

She rolled her eyes and shifted in the chair. "TJ has to keep doofus in the waiting room. Otherwise he's gonna hear me scream, run in, start throwing punches, knock the doctor out, see the baby half here and hit the floor in a crumbled mess."

Mac had to break down laughing at that one. She was just so…precise. "You got this all worked out, I see."

She nodded. "I had to start thinking of all of this back when the twins were still only 6 months along. Frightening, rather, that I can see this whole party how it's going to go down in my little imagination."

Mac, still grinning, just shook his head. "Well I don't see why you don't have Stella or Sheldon. He's a doctor, anyway."

She stared at him for a moment and those eyes narrowed. "If you don't wanna do it….just say so, Taylor. I'm a big girl. Just say you decline." But before he could open his mouth, she just shifted her gaze to the floor and mumbled, "And then I'll throw a fit and stomp and cry and be the brat you know I am."

"All right! All right!" he said, hands rose in surrender. "But why me?"

She grinned at his approval and settled back in the chair again. "Because you're calmer under stress than the others here. You just make more sense."

He couldn't argue with that and he nodded as he offered her the bottle of water he'd gone to get minutes before she'd shown up in his office. She waved it off and struggled to stand up again.

"This is really annoying me, yanno. " And a mock glare at him as she headed to the door and he stood to follow her, holding it open for her. "And this is your entire fault."

"MY fault?" he said, blinking.

"If you hadn't been so damn nice and hired my sister then she wouldn't have met Danny and if she hadn't met him she wouldn't have bugged me about him and I wouldn't have come out here ALL the way from California and signed on to the NYPD and I never would have met him and I never would be like this!" Pointing down at the twins.

Mac just laughed softly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and in a rare display of comfort, he hugged her and a kiss to her temple. "It'll be all right. I promise."

Ryan hugged him back and nodded. "I know. But I can't let Danny think he's off the hook. This is all his fault too." She said with a wink and as she headed out the door and across to the elevators, she kept on. "And TJ's fault and Stella's fault and LORDY Adam's fault too!" Her voice finally quieting when she got into the elevator and the doors closed behind her, but not before he heard, "Oh! And the first class is this Thursday!".

Mac just smirked and headed back to his desk, opening the water bottle and taking a drink. Sometimes you just wished things would never change. Well at least he had two days to prepare for what would make Beirut seem like a playground at the local elementary school.

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The large room had five other couples in it, four of which were man-woman and one with two women – sisters, as a matter of fact. Mac walked in with Ryan, a hand on her back as they headed for two chairs nearby, a wary look at the others. Helping her down into a chair, another few minutes went by when the instructor, a nurse, came in and began.

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Back at the loft, Ryan walked in and over to the living room, plopping down onto the couch beside Danny who grinned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her cheek.

"This is it, Pastaboy," she said with a snort as she snuggled into his embrace. "You better get all the enjoyment outta these two you can. There ain't gonna be no more."

Danny blinked and smirked as TJ began to snicker from her place on the other end of the couch. "Sooooooo….have fun, dearest?" he asked.

Ryan glared at him sideways "Oh wonderful. This moron was going on about hormones and how things are going to be in this stupid class and then how much PAIN there is and 'oh I don't want to SCARE you all' crap…she's going on about diet – DIET? – And all of this about how we can't eat anything we want we have to eat what's GOOD for the baaaaaby-"and then a look at her sister. "Canni kill him now?"

TJ looked at her and shook her head. "No. I need a partner and he's not a picky eater like another blonde I know."

"But this is SO not fair!" she whined and realizing that neither one was going to empathize with her, the younger of the two sisters sighed and just…..sat there. "Fine….but I'm not gonna like it."

Danny nuzzled against her ear and mumbled softly, "You like it…and you know it."

As a quiet answer back, Ryan pushed her elbow into his gut, all with a simple smile.