And here we are again folks! Once again, thank you all so much for the love. i'm glad you liked the impromptu chapter. I'm glad I wrote it now. it's what the story needed I feel. i'm sure it won't make much difference to yourselves, but it made a difference to me. hahaha.

now, anyone for a little but of Lucy? ;)


Skipping down the hallway with her hand tucked tightly in Uncle Mac's hand, Lucy smiled at the balloons he held in his free hand. The brightly coloured bundle of balloons reminded Lucy of Up!, the movie with the cute talking puppy. She glanced up and down at Mac and tried to figure out whether if she let go, the balloons would carry him up to the clouds in the sky.

"You look deep in thought, Lucy." Mac smiled. "What are you thinking about?"

"If I let go of your hand, will those balloons make you fly?"

"No," Mac chuckled. "They wouldn't, Lucy."

"Oh." She frowned. "Why?"

"Well, because I'm too heavy; perhaps if I had a few more."

Lucy pursed her lips together. "What about if I held them and you let go of my hand, would they carry me up to the sky?"

"No," Mac smiled again. "You're too heavy."

"But I'm not as heavy as you." She observed.

"You're very right about that, but even you would need some more balloons than just this, sweetheart."

"Oh." Lucy frowned

Mac paused at the elevators. "Do you want to press the button?"

Lucy gleamed at him. "What, me? Really?"

"Sure," Mac smiled. "We're going up."

"Okay!" she grinned as she hovered over the up button. "This one, right?"

"That's the one." Mac smiled.

Lucy returned his smile as she rocked back and forth on her converse clad feet. She sighed heavily before turning to Mac and squeezing his hand. "Hey, uncle Mac?"

"Yeah sweetheart."

"Why do you have this ring on your finger now?" She asked him. "It's like Daddy's."

"Well, remember when you wore that pretty dress and threw petals down the aisle at the church?"

Lucy nodded.

"Well, you were a part of my wedding. You were mine and Christine's flower girl. We got married."

Lucy blinked. "You got married? To Christine? So she's your wife now? Like Mommy is Daddy's wife?"

"Yeah." Mac smirked. "Don't you remember? You had a pretty dress on. You sat and ate with Mommy and Daddy and Uncle Flack and everyone on a big round table? You and I danced?"

"Oh." Lucy giggled. "I remember that. I just thought we were having a party."

Mac laughed. "No honey, that was mine and Christine's wedding; but I guess it was kind of a party when you put it like that."

"Oh." Lucy nodded. "Okay."

Mac shook his head in amusement as Lucy sighed heavily; she stepped forward and pressed the up button over and over again.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing that for Lucy? Be careful, you could break it."

"But Daddy does it all the time."

Mac smirked. "I don't doubt that. Do you ever see Mommy doing it though?"

Lucy thought about it for a moment. "No and she tells Daddy not to do it."

Mac nodded. "Okay, so if you don't see Mommy doing it, you probably shouldn't do it either."

"What about Daddy?"

"That's still up for discussion," Mac quipped as the elevator doors opened. He tugged Lucy onto the elevator and told her to press the button that had a number four on it. She did so and went back to holding his hand tightly. They rode in silence for a few minutes before Lucy looked up to face Mac.

"Uncle Mac," she began.

"Lucy.." he grinned at her.

"Where are we going?"


"You're doing so good baby. You can do this. Come on baby."

Danny Messer swallowed heavily as he watched his wife writhe in pain on the bed in front of him. It killed him to see her in so much pain, but he knew the end result would be so worth it.

"Come on baby, just a few more pushes now."

"I'm trying," she cried through her panting breaths. "Do it for me?" She whimpered as she squeezed his hand tightly.

"I wish I could," he said softly, despite the chaos around them. He pressed a kiss to her bruised and bandaged hand from the IV drip and he squeezed it reassuringly. "Come on, let's do this together. Three, two, one… push!"

Through her panting breaths and screams, Danny could hear Lindsay's doctor spurring her on too. "You're doing great, Lindsay. Keep going. The head is crowning."

Just like he had when Lucy was being delivered, Danny shot down to the end of the bed and watched as his son entered the world.

"He's got a head!" He announced to Lindsay.

"I should hope so!" Lindsay cried as she reached for Danny. "Danny, I need you!"

Scrambling back to her side, Danny held her hand tightly and brushed the bangs from her face with his free hand. "You can do this, Montana. You're nearly done now. He's nearly here. Come on baby, you can do it. You can do it."

Lindsay took an almighty breath and gripped Danny's hand tighter than she had ever done so before. She hunched over and he could see that was now nearing stages of desperation. After seemingly countless hours of painful contractions and forty five minutes in the delivery room, he could see that Lindsay was utterly exhausted.

"One more push Lindsay, come on, you can do it. Take one more deep breath before you officially become a Mom of two." Her doctor smiled up at her reassuringly.

She took a deep breath, glanced towards Danny briefly and he instantly pressed a kiss to her forehead. She then closed her eyes and pushed harder than she had ever before. And as she gasped for breath, they heard the first cries of their baby son.

"Do you want to cut the cord, Dad?"

Danny swallowed as he accepted the scissors with shaking hands. He cut the cord connecting his son to his wife quickly. He handed the scissors back to Lindsay's doctor and instantly made his way back to Lindsay who was catching her breath and just like he had when she'd delivered Lucy, he cupped her face and pressed a series of kisses to her temple, whispering words of pride and encouragement.

Just as Lindsay was about to ask where her son was, she could see him coming towards her in the arms of the nurse. She swallowed as she held her arms out, ready to accept him. She took a deep breath as she felt the nurse placing him into her arms and instantly she was enveloped with love for her new baby son.

"He's so perfect," Lindsay whispered as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Look at him, Danny. He's so perfect."

Danny cleared his throat and wiped his eyes free of the tears that had slid down his cheeks as he watched Lindsay's face as she laid eyes on her son for the first time. He'd experienced this sensation only once in his life before, and that was when Lindsay had first held Lucy, all those years ago. Watching her with his son – their son – made him feel like… he couldn't actually put into words the emotions he was going through. All he knew was that he was happiest, luckiest and proudest man on the planet.

"You did it Linds," He whispered against her temple as their little boy settled into Lindsay's arms contently. "You did it again; he's so perfect."

Lindsay turned and shook her head softly, her cheeks rosy and her hair soaked from her exertion, "No baby, we did it again." She said softly as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "We did it."


Mac cleared his throat as Lucy looked up to him with waiting eyes.

"Uncle Mac? Where are we goin'?"

Mac licked his lips and lowered himself to Lucy's level. "So, you know how Mommy has had a baby in her tummy for what I'm sure seems a long time now…"

"Yeah," Lucy giggled. "She got really fat."

Mac's eyes widened. "Lucy, you can't say that about people… it will hurt their feelings. Mommy didn't really get fat; she had your brother in her tummy too."

"No Uncle Mac, it's okay, Mommy knows she got fat. Daddy said so."

Mac rolled his eyes and cursed Danny. He loved him like a son, but sometimes Danny Messer drove him to insanity. "Lucy, this is one of those times where things that Daddy does doesn't always mean it's okay for you to do them too, okay? Do me a favour and don't say that about Mommy anymore, okay?"

"Okay." Lucy smiled. "Is Daddy gonna be in trouble for bein' mean to Mommy?"

"I'm thinking about it." Mac smiled at Lucy's innocent little accent shining through. She was already dropping letters at the end of her words, much like Danny did. The little girl might look like Lindsay through and through now, but Danny's personality coursed through Lucy's veins.

"So where are we goin'?" Lucy asked again as the elevator doors opened up. There were brightly coloured mosaics on the wall and Mac could see Lucy's eyes brighten at the sight of the displays on the wall.

"This way, Lucy." He said as he led her down a hallway. Lucy made a point of looking everywhere around her, especially at the bright, pretty pictures on the wall. She pursed her lips together in confusion as she looked in all of the different rooms. It looked a lot like the lab where Mommy and Daddy worked in that there were lots of glass windows where you could peek inside the room and see what the people inside were looking at, but when she peeked inside the rooms like she did when she was at the lab with Mommy or Daddy, she saw that everyone wasn't working on finding bad guys with special things, but they were looking at babies.

"Uncle Mac, why has everyone got babies?" She asked. "Is this like a baby lab? Do they make babies here?" She paused before gasping "Do they make dollies here? Am I getting a new dolly?"

Mac laughed. "No sweetheart, you're not getting a new dolly. We're going to sit here for a few minutes though, okay?" Mac said, sitting down on a chair in a room with colouring books, a TV and a small table. "Listen, come and sit here with me for a minute, okay? I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay." Lucy said as she climbed up onto the chair. She turned her head and smiled expectantly at Mac.

"Okay, so today when Mommy was at work she had some funny butterflies in her tummy that told her that your baby brother was nearly ready to be born."

"Butterflies?" Lucy's eyes widened. "But… why? How did they get in there?"

"Well, they weren't actually butterflies." Mac smiled. "They're more like a feeling. Do you remember on your first day of Kindergarten?" Mac paused as Lucy nodded. "Do you remember feeling really scared but excited too?"

"Yeah," Lucy giggled. "I had funny feelings in my tummy."

Mac smiled. "We call those funny feelings, 'butterflies' Lucy, they're not really butterflies in your tummy, but sometimes it can feel like a butterfly is fluttering around in your tummy, and that's the funny feeling… well, Mommy felt something a little bit like that today and it turned out that your baby brother decided he wanted to come and meet you today."

"Today?" Lucy blinked with wide eyes. "Where is he? Did Mommy and Daddy have to go and pick him up? Is that why we're here?"

"Kind of," Mac smiled, "Except, the doctors had to get the baby from her tummy."

"Why was he in her tummy?" Lucy blinked.

"Well, that's where he's been growing, remember? Mommy had him in her tummy, just like she had you in her tummy before you were born."

"But how did he get there?"

"Well, you know what, I'm sure Daddy will tell you all about that when you're a little bit older, okay? But for right now, just believe me when I say that he was in there. Your Mommy's doctor helped Mommy and Daddy…" Mac searched for the right terminology for his six year old god-daughter. "Deliver him." He creased his lips together and crinkled his face in dismay at his choice of words.

"Oh, like the stork?"

Mac blinked. "Yes, kind of… how do you know about the stork?" After a conversation with Lindsay, Mac had been left smiling at the frustration on Lindsay's face after explaining to Danny for the fourteenth time why they weren't just going to tell Lucy a stork was going to drop her brother off. Mac had remembered Lindsay being adamant that the lies she told Lucy were restricted to Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth fairy – and nothing else. So to hear Lucy mention the Stork confused him.

"Pop-Pop in Montana told me about the stork. Mommy shouted at him though for telling me a hunk of bologna, or so Mommy said. Daddy gave me a lollipop though so I didn't really mind. I don't really like bologna; I like lollipops though."

Mac shook his head at the Messer family through the eyes of their soon to be eldest child. She wasn't the baby any more and that tugged on Mac's heartstrings - he dared not to think about what it did to Danny. Lucy had been the closest he'd ever gotten to a grandchild; at the hands of Danny and Lindsay. Although he didn't think of them as his children, he thought of them as family - and they treated him as one of their most precious, treasured family members - granting him access to all areas of their life together. And their beautiful daughter. Even if he tried, he couldn't ever even begin to express how grateful he was because of their kindness and love.

"So why are we here?" Lucy pressed.

Mac reached inside of his pocket and pulled out his phone. "I got a message from your Daddy asking me to pick you up from school. I told Jo to look after the lab so we could go and get dinner-"

"-which was yummy!" Lucy interjected.

"It was... and now," Mac smiled, "We are waiting in here for Daddy to come and get you so you can go and meet your baby brother."

Lucy's eyes widened. "What? I get to meet him? Today? Now?"

"You sure do," Mac smiled. "Now, are you ready to be a big sister Lucy?"

Lucy blinked and swallowed. "I think so."

"Good," Mac smiled "Because I think you're going to be a great big sister… how about we draw him a picture?"

"I love drawing!" Lucy exclaimed.

Mac smiled as Lucy took his hand and led him over to the miniature table in the middle of the room. She tore out a piece of paper each from the notepad sat on the table and handed it to Mac, telling him to sit. She then went over to the activity centre and grabbed the pack of crayons. She opened the box and poured them onto the table as she took her seat and wrote her name at the top of her page in her neat handwriting. She then looked to Mac expectantly, before glancing down to the crayons and his paper.

"You've gotta write your name on there." Lucy said. "Otherwise you won't know it's yours and your teacher will get cross 'cuz she won't know it belongs to you! You always gots to put your name on your work, Uncle Mac."

Mac smiled and shook his head as he picked up a red crayon and made motions to write his name in the same corner as Lucy.

"No!" She cried out, grabbing his hand. "You gotta use purple, Uncle Mac."

"I thought your favourite colour was pink."

"It is." She smiled. "But I'm on the purple table at school and the purple table has to write their name in purple."

"Is purple table the smartest table too?" Mac inquired.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "Probably."

"I would imagine so," Mac smiled as he began the uncharacteristic move of colouring and drawing with his sweet and wonderfully hilarious god-daughter.


I love writing Lucy so I hope you guys enjoyed this. I mean the only thing we ever heard Lucy say is "Mama!" and "Mommy, mommy there's a vampire under my bed!" so I have quite little to work with in regards to her little personality, but I'm sure given the chance, we would have (hopefully) seen something a little like this. anyway. I hope you guys enjoyed this latest installment. Let me know what you thought, your thoughts are, as ever - hugely appreciated :)