Title: It Takes A Village
Fandom: CSI: NY
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 617
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: the episode where Lindsay has her baby | G
Parings: Mac/Stella, Danny/Lindsay
Summary: Mac and Stella discuss kids as they watch little Lucy.
It Takes a Village
Stella looked through the glass window and into the nursery. She saw rows of babies draped in the colours their genitalia prescribed. She stood and stared at the new lives. New beings who were not yet taught prejudice or ignorance. Little brains not yet capable of hate. The people that lay on the other side of glass could be anything astronauts, doctors, or cops. They could also be murders and criminals Stella reminded herself. All of the little babies in their cribs had many possible routes they could take.
Among the little babies, the blank slates, was Lucy Messer, who would probably become the one child whose life Stella had an influence in. Though Stella had not been given the title of Aunt (de facto) or godmother, she fully intended to play that role. Stella had long ago come to terms with the fact she would probably never have children of her own but a childhood spent in the foster system had taught her that that you didn't have to be biologically related to the child or even have a formal relationship with the child to be part of its life.
"Lindsay did good," Mac uttered behind Stella. Stella turned a little so she could see both Mac and the babies.
"She did," Stella replied. She looked at little Lucy who was fast asleep, the birth had knackered her out just as much as her mother. There was a pause as Mac looked a little Lucy probably seeing the same innocence that Stella did. "So can I call you the godfather now,"
A slight laugh escaped Mac's mouth.
"Mac will be fine," he replied. "Though Flack already refers to me as Uncle Mac,"
"It's got a ring to it," Stella responded.
"Uncle Mac and Auntie Stella," he whispered. Stella let out a small laugh, it sounded lovely, but in reality she would probably only be known as Stella.
"Do you ever think about them?" Stella asked.
"Kids," Mac replied not missing a beat.
"Yeah," Stella uttered, her eyes not leaving Lucy.
"Claire and I were discussing it," Mac paused, "before." He didn't finish his sentence, he didn't need to. Stella knew. She knew about how she had died and about the son Clare had given up years before she and Mac were together. Mac composed himself and looked at Stella, "What about you?"
"I'm getting too old," she deflected, "And don't exactly have anyone to have them with."
"If you could have," Mac asked, "Would you?"
"I guess," she replied, "But I kind of like the idea of being the fun family friend who teaches the child to make the best Musaka this side of the Atlantic,"
Mac smiled. He had a vision of a little girl with Lindsay's looks and Danny's attitude helping her Aunt Stella make Musaka.
"And I'll teach her how to play bass," Mac said as they watched little Lucy wake up in her crib. They watched the baby. She was awake but not crying. Perhaps, she knew that she had two people looking over her and didn't have to cry. She was safe.
Flora Jameson a seasoned maternity nurse walked around the maternity ward having just come on shift she was eager to know who was still in the ward and who had left to set off on the new adventure of parenting. She saw the two people standing in front of the nursery. The woman looked to skinny to be a new mother but she and the man both seemed to have a reason for being there.
"Which one's yours?" Flora asked the two of them.
"That one," Stella said as she pointed to little Lucy.
"She's our niece," Mac replied.