Title: All I Need is You
Chapter 7 - A New Home, A New Start, A New Threat?
Both Mac and Stella awoke early Saturday morning to get things finalized for the move that would happen in a few hours.
"Hard to believe today is here already," Mac groaned as he pulled on a pair of black jeans.
"Hard to believe we have to unpack all this tomorrow," Stella countered and Mac looked up at her with a slight frown.
"Want me to hire someone?"
"No," Stella smiled as she leaned across the bed and planted a warm kiss on his cheek. "This is going to be our new home. But before we do anything we are going to make good use of that paint we bought this week."
"You seriously want to paint tomorrow?"
"Don't think you'll have any energy tonight?"
"Funny," Mac smiled he kissed her back. "You're going to wear those coveralls right?"
"And you're going topless right?"
Mac looked at her and shook his head before he continued on his present course of getting dressed. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Anxious," Stella replied as her hand rested on her belly. "But the quezy feeling in the morning is gone so it's nice to wake up with energy."
"You failed to mention that this morning," Mac teased. "Could've helped expend some of that energy."
"I'll have to remember that."
"Please do," Mac smiled as his hand lingered on her belly a little longer. He looked at his watch and sighed. "I'll pack up what's left in here if you want to make us something for breakfast?"
"Works for me," Stella agreed.
She pushed herself off the bed and then headed into the kitchen while Mac hurried to pack up the few things left over in their bedroom. The movers would be there in an hour and then it would be chaos until everything from this apartment and their storage locker was inside their new home. Mac finished the last box, stacked it with the others and then went in search of his wife. He looked as she hovered near a window looking down.
"Stella?"
"Will miss having grandparents around," she mentioned with a soft tone.
Mac looked at her in concern before he crossed the room and pulled her backward into his strong embrace. He planted a warm kiss near her ear and offered a heavy sigh. "Our child might lack for paternal grandparents in close proximity, but it'll never lack for love and attention."
Stella held onto Mac's arms that held her close and closed her eyes. "I love you Mac and love the fact that I am having your child."
"You are going to make an amazing mother. Have I told you that yet today?"
"No," she mentioned softly. "Say it again," she teased.
"You are going to make an amazing mother," Mac warmly repeated and her smile grew.
Mac kissed her cheek once more and then both looked up when they heard a knock on the door.
"Already?" Stella groaned as Mac hurried to open it.
"Where do you want us?" Danny greeted as he, Sheldon, Flack and Adam stood in the hallway.
"Jessica and Lindsay are at the apartment waiting for Stella," Flack piped up.
Mac looked at her with a frown, knowing she didn't have time to eat yet. "Did you guys have breakfast?"
"What's that?" Sheldon teased.
"Stella needs breakfast," Mac reminded them.
"We brought this," Adam held up a bunch of MacDonald's bags with a sheepish smile.
"It'll have to do," Mac gently frowned.
"Thanks for the thought guys," Stella smiled as she squeezed Mac's arm. The four entered their apartment and then started into their modest breakfast before Mac walked into the hallway to see Stella off.
"Just don't lift anything."
"Mac I'll be fine. I'm not going to just sit around and let the girls do everything for me. But I promise you I'll be okay."
"But..."
Stella touched his face and smiled before she leaned in and kissed his lips, causing him to finally reward her with a warm smile. "I'll be okay. See you at dinner time right?"
"I'll be there," Mac promised.
"Don't tire yourself out too much, I want my foot rub tonight," Stella teased. "Kinda got used to those."
"Then you can be assured of one tonight. That I always have energy for."
Mac kissed her once more and then headed back inside while Stella headed downstairs; their new apartment her destination. Mac closed the door and stared to direct his helpers and about ten minutes later the two official movers had arrived and it was time to load up the truck.
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"How are you feeling mommy?" Jessica smiled as gave Stella a warm hug.
"Fat," Stella groaned as she slowly eased herself into a nearby chair.
"Being pregnant isn't being fat," Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"So what's it like?" Jessica wondered.
"What's sex like?" Lindsay piped up.
Stella looked at her with arched brows and Lindsay's face reddened.
"Of course...if you don't want to tell..." her voice trailed off before she frowned. "Sorry."
"First of all sex is great. And yes you can have sex while pregnant at this stage. Later on it gets...a bit more adventurous?"
"Oh do tell," Jessica goaded.
"Nice try," Stella replied in haste. "And being pregnant is odd. At times I have a lot of energy and feel like I could climb to the top of the empire state building, no questions asked. At other times, mid afternoon, I have no energy and feel like taking a nap. Mac tells me I can just lay down on the couch in his office, but I still feel like that would be taking liberties and I'm not sure Sinclair would sanction it."
"We wouldn't tell," Lindsay insisted with a smile.
"I'm always hungry; my feet and sometimes my back aches and I'm irritable and short tempered. At least I don't have crying spells, but I still feel sorry for Mac. I'll snap at him for no reason. But when I put my hands here," she rested her hand on her belly and smiled. "It's all worth it. To know I have a small life growing inside me; a child that Mac and I made together, it's amazing. Mac will talk to the baby and put his hand here and the baby will move to the warmth or where his voice is. It really moves when he plays the guitar for us and it's wonderful. Sappy right?"
"Stella, if you didn't have happy thoughts and experiences about this, then we'd wonder," Jessica assured her as the phone rang.
"Are you scared to be a mother?" Lindsay wonders.
"You know, when I was growing up I always wanted a baby, just because I told myself that I would never leave them the way I thought my mother left me. Then as I got older I saw all the time and energy that goes into raising a child and thought that I would never be able to have that kind of lifestyle, one so committed and self sacrificing to another human being. Besides I was never with a man that made me feel secure enough to even want to bring a child into this world. Then I met Mac. And as our love progressed I warmed to the idea of having a family; especially with him at my side to love and support both me the baby; our family. Now I'm excited," Stella concluded with a smile. "I can't wait to have Mac's baby."
"Well I too agree you'll make a great mother," Lindsay assured her.
"And you certainly have the room for it here," Jessica noted.
"I love this place by the way," Lindsay mentioned.
"I do too," Stella agreed. "It's a new start for all three of us," she emphasized as she rubbed her belly. "How are your wedding plans coming? Next month right?"
"Better than I expected. I just followed the same things I did for you and I'm on top of it. Course I am driving Danny nuts and now he says I have to pay for the honeymoon in Fiji," she smiled. "It's our money now; doesn't he get that?"
"That was Don," Jessica stated. "He and Danny are on their way with the first truck load of small boxes. I know everything will be marked for each area right?"
"Mac asked, why do we have all these boxes going into the kitchen?" Stella laughed. "Then he saw the rest and said it was good thinking. The man is just not used to moving."
"No men are," Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"And at least you get to unpack your private stuff right?" Jessica queries.
"Trust me, my private things are for me and me alone."
"Only you?" Lindsay teased.
"Lindsay..."
"Come on I want to know what it's like to have sex while you're pregnant."
"Well then you'll just have to wait until it's your turn."
"Not fair," Lindsay moaned.
Stella just smiled, but wasn't about to share any details about the amazing sex life she shared with a very private man; those intimate details were for her brain alone, no one else privy to such fantasies.
"So which rooms and areas are what?" Jessica asked, snapping Stella out of her mental stupor.
"Okay so..." her voice trailed off as she pulled out a small floor plan her and Mac had drawn up the day after she was told this place would be their's to move into in one month's time.
"So babe, feels good to be back?" Carl asked Ella as they slowly headed toward the core of the city.
"Feels good to be out of that hell hole," Ella offered in contempt.
"But you said it helped you," Carl frowned.
"It did," Ella replied as she kept her gaze fixed out the window; only one thing on her mind, dropping off her stuff and finding Mac. She had looked up his address and smiled when it was still the same. Nothing's changed for my Mac, she tells herself inside. They finally reach Carl's apartment and head upstairs.
"So it's not much but it'll do until you have your own place right?"
"Yeah I guess," Ella stated in a glum tone as she reached for the phone. She quickly dialed Mac's number but only got empty rings, the new forwarding number not yet activated.
"Who you calling babe?"
"A friend," she huffed as she put the phone back down. "Just to um...touch base I guess?"
"So...what do you want to do?" Carl asked with an uneasy tone.
"I need to get a few personal items," she stated.
"Can I co..."
"Personal," she insisted as she walked back up to him; once again ready to start her tactics of Master manipulator. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips briefly. "Now if you came with me, you wouldn't be surprised later right? And then I'd be sad. You don't want to see me sad do you?" She purred as she tasted his lips once more.
"Never," Carl whispered as his arms around her tightened. "Just hurry back okay?"
"Might be gone a few hours, I have to do some banking and such also," she stated with a look of non-interest. "Missed a lot being stuck in that place."
"Okay," Carl replied as his body cooled from their detachment.
Ella offered him a smile and then quickly took her leave, purse in had and slammed the door behind her. She hurried into the street; only one destination on her mind, Mac Taylor's home address.
She fidgeted the entire subway ride to his apartment address, her mind racing at the first words she would offer. She had waited for this moment for six long months, telling herself inside that he would be pleased that she had listened to him and he had wanted her to change so they could be together.
The subway finally stopped and she slowly pushed herself out of the busy car, onto the platform and then up the stairs. She took in a deep breath before she continued on her way toward his apartment; unaware that it was now a busy beehive of moving activity.
Ella finally reached his address and stopped, her heart now racing in anticipation of seeing him again. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number once more; cursing however, when she only got empty rings.
"But it's Saturday, he has to be home!" She insisted in anger. She slowly made her way across the street and neared the entrance. But she had to quickly jump back as two movers came toward her with a large couch in their strained arms.
Seeing it was too busy a place for a reunion she headed across the street to a nearby diner to wait. I'll wait all day for my Mac to come home if I have to, she reasoned. He must be working but has to come home sometime, so I'll just wait.
"I don't mind waiting," she repeated out loud. She ordered a coffee and something to eat, grabbed a nearby magazine and settled in to wait.
Mac watched the last items being carried out that would finally send the first truck on its way and wondered if Stella was taking it easy. He wasn't about to call to check up on her but now still worried that she would try to do as much as she did before, not taking it as easy as she should be and putting possible strain on her and the baby. Never having been a father before, Mac knows inside his insecurity could be unjustified, but figured it was probably better to be too paranoid than not enough.
He finally pulled out his blackberry an hour later and sent her a quick text, just to ensure she would at least take five minutes to answer his text.
'Stella, truck is on its way. I know Don called Jessica when I was downstairs but wanted to let you know. How are you feeling? Mac.'
He stuffs his blackberry away but smiled when a few minutes later it buzzed to life with a new message.
'Mac, thanks for the personal heads up. I am a little tired, but not to worry, I am not lifting anything I shouldn't be. Any way I can con you into buying dinner for your family.'
Mac's lips curled into an automatic smile when she signed it your family instead of her name. "My family," he repeated as his heart actually beat a bit faster.
'Stella, thought that was a given. Love you Mac.'
Then dessert is on me. Hopefully we won't be too tired. Stella.'
'If we are, then we could always have an early morning snack. Mac.'
"Hey uh Mac, if you are finished typing love notes to Stella, we could use a hand with your stuff," Danny teased, forcing Mac to just shake his head and offer a small frown.
'Sounds good to me. Stella.'
Mac read the last message and then put the electronic device away and hurried to help the guys with the rest of his items. He directed the movers and then ordered a pizza for the guys to enjoy; not taking much of a break himself as he wanted to be in their new apartment by the end of the day; a few hours left over to have some quiet time with his wife. He had checked in with Stella a few times during the day to ensure that she was okay and she had assured him she was fine and that their place was waiting for him to come and help; although the girls had already started to unpack some of the kitchen and bathroom items.
By the time the final box was carried out of the apartment, Mac looked around into the quiet empty space before him. "Wow," he whispered to himself, thinking he was alone.
"Lots of memories coming with us," Stella commented as she slowly walked up to him with a strained smile. "Thought I'd come and ride back with you."
"Glad you did," Mac warmly greeted her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Long day, how are you feeling?"
"Tired and hungry," Stella gently sighed. "Don and Jessica are finishing up a few things in the new place and waiting until we get back. Danny and Lindsay had a few wedding things to attend to tonight and have already gone and so have Sheldon and Adam."
"Hard to believe today even came," Mac remarked as he tenderly kissed her cheek. "We had planned for this and now..."
"Now it's come true Mac," Stella kissed his dusty lips and smiled. "Are you okay?" She asked, noticing the look of pain on his handsome face.
"You know I'll be okay."
"Mac, you are bringing a lot of good memories with you. Claire is coming with us. Is that it?"
"I guess that's part of it; and the other part is finally forcing me to realize that this next chapter is about to start, parenthood. But trust me, I'm happy and excited."
"We have both wanted this for some time Mac. You and me and our family," Stella whispered, her hand caressing her swollen belly. Mac's hand gently laid on top of hers and both delighted in the slight movement of their child up to the warmth of their parent's hand.
"Our family," Mac smiled. "Like the sound of that."
"Our family is hungry," she reminded him.
"Come on," Mac hugged her close. "Let's go home."
"Kinda like the bed head look on you," Stella teased as her fingers played with his mussed up hair in the elevator ride down to the main floor.
"Should I try wearing it like that to work?" He teased.
"Again, only if you don't want me to do any work."
"Now my hair will distract you?" Mac asked in shock and she laughed.
"Yes. It tells me your guard is down. Then I can take advantage of you."
"Like the sound of that," he smiled as he kissed her cheek. "You can do that anyway you know."
"At work?"
"Blame hormones," Stella teased.
"Can I take advantage of you?"
"Only if you feed me. You know there is a small store right here..."
"And you'd like..."
"I have a craving..."
"For?"
"Chocolate covered Mac?"
"Funny," he smiled. "Just name it."
"Dill pickle chips."
"Pardon?" Mac queried and Stella laughed. "Wait right here."
Mac pushed himself out of the truck and headed a few stores behind them toward the small grocery store that he would visit for the last time. However, just as he pushed his way into the store, he was unaware of the set of eyes that had finally seen him from across the street and now rushed toward him.
Mac picked up a small basket and headed for the junk food isle as he called it. His lips curled into a smile as he reached for a bag of chips he probably would never want to taste and put it in his basket. But as he lingered in the isle, wondering what snack items he might like, he failed to see the person coming up behind him.
Mac suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest and a body pressed up against his.
"Missed you," said a somewhat familiar tone.
Mac quickly pulled back, thinking the person had made a mistake and turned around in shock. "Ella?"
"Mac!" She squealed as she flung her arms around his neck and planted a warm kiss on his cheek.
Mac quickly pulled himself free and stood before her with a perplexed expression. "What um...are you doing here?"
"What?" Ella asked as her smile faded. "I came to see you."
"But..." Mac tried in protest, hoping to calm his nervous anxiety. "Why?"
"What do you mean why? Because I wanted to," she smiled. "So how are you?"
"I'm fine. Ella... "
"I'm doing much better now thanks to you."
"To me?"
"Yes...I was away and missed you. Did you miss me?"
"What?"
"I was away but now that I'm back I knew you'd want to see me right away."
"What would make you think that?" Mac asked in confusion. Is she serious? "What is going on?"
"I got some help like you told me. I went to that clinic and did the whole treatment rehab thing, and now we can be together," Ella replied eagerly. "You said you wanted the best for me."
"Pardon? Together?"
"Yes as in you and me. Mac..."
"Ella, I did want you to get help; for yourself. And I did recommend someone I thought was the best..."
"It was, and I can't thank you enough for your kind and loving help. Did you want to go have coffee or something? You know to catch up. Or can I come make you dinner?"
"Well I appreciate you um...wanting to say thank you, but I have to go."
"Okay so how about tomorrow?" She asked with an eager smile. "There is a great place just around here and..."
"Ella, I guess you hadn't heard the news when you were away. But I'm married."
"Married?"
"That's right and we're expecting."
"Yeah right," she said looking down at his ring finger. "Where's your ring?"
Mac offered himself a curse as he remembered that he had quickly taken it off when he had to fix something in the toilet tank and didn't want it to come off. "I forgot to put it back on, look I'm sorry, I really have to go."
"Can I come with you?" Ella queried.
"No my wife is waiting," Mac replied with a kind smile.
"But you told me to get some help. I got it and now I wanted to see how things could progress for us."
"Pardon? Ella I am I'm glad you got the help you needed. But that help was so that you could move on with your life and have the confidence you lacked before to make a real life for yourself. That is what I wanted."
"My life has to include you Mac. You did this for me and now I want to return the favor."
Mac looked at her in shock; she wasn't hearing what he was saying and he knew Stella would be waiting. "There is no favor to return Ella, I'm glad you are okay now."
"But Mac..."
"Ella, I am sorry but I have to go."
"You don't have to be sorry Mac," she told him as she moved in closer. "Not to me; never sorry to me. You wanted me to get better and I did."
"I'm happy to hear that, really," he stammered as he backed up a few feet. "I do have to go. Goodnight."
Ella balled up her fists in anger and cursed under her breath as she watched him take his leave. She stood fixed in place, the words, I'm married, still ringing in her ears.
"He's not married," she said shaking her head as she watched him exit the grocery store. Damn he's handsome, even at the end of the day!
"Maybe he just had a bad day, he looked kinda rumpled. I'll drop by tomorrow and hopefully catch him in a better mood." She quickly picked out a few things, headed for the cashier and then outside. She knew that while she would have to put up with Carl in the interim, seeing Mac again, feeling him in her arms; only cemented inside her deluded brain that she wanted him in her life more than ever.
"He will be mine; no matter what," her voice echoed as she disappeared into the night.
"Was about to send out a search party," Stella commented as Mac got back into the truck and handed her the bag.
"Sorry. Long line..."
"Mac?"
"Yeah?"
"Why on earth do you smell like another woman?" Stella gently demanded as she leaned in closer. "Is that lipstick on your cheek? Long line?"
"I can explain."
"I'm waiting," Stella crossed her arms.
"I was in there, getting a few things when Ella McBride came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek."
"What?"
"And I was a shocked then as you are now."
"Ella McBride?" Stella asked slowly. "And she kissed you?"
"Trust me Stella, I pulled away as fast as possible. She said she was away, at the treatment center that I recommended to her, and she's back."
"That's all she said?"
Mac looked at her with a heavy frown. And despite the fact he knew his wife would be made at his next confession, he had no intention of keeping the truth from her. "She said was happy to be back and came to see me because I helped her and she wanted to thank me." Mac left out the part about her wanting to be with him; not wanting to upset his wife further and knowing it meant noting to him; he didn't even care about Ella.
"She could have just shook your hand."
"It meant nothing. I said I was married."
"Was she waiting for you?"
"What? No," Mac insisted. "I'm sure she was just there at the same time to get a few things. It was just a strange coincidence, that's all."
"She never lived in this area before."
"Maybe she does now."
"Why are you defending her?"
"I'm not and I don't want an argument. I'm sure since I was there she just took the opportunity to thank me and that was it."
"Then what?"
"I left and have no idea what she did. Trust me it was odd, but I'm sure she's said her piece and that'll be it."
"Better not get any calls about her slitting her wrists to garner your attention at two AM; which you fell for by the way last time."
"I thought she needed help," Mac sighed heavily as he turned the engine to the truck and finally started for their new home. Mac glanced over at Stella, who had gone quiet and was now staring out the window in silent wonder. "Stella?"
"Just tired Mac."
"And that's all?"
"Come on Mac, you drop news on me, your tired, pregnant and emotionally charged wife; that another woman, who was attracted to you before, kissed you and is back because now she thinks you helped her personally? I'm sure she wanted a bit more than a simple thank you," Stella gently countered; almost seeing inside his mind that Ella was now after her husband for more than a simple chat. "Kinda hard to just toss that by the wayside as if it didn't happen."
"Stella, it meant nothing."
"I know."
Mac took Stella's hand in his and kissed in, before he firmly clasped it in his. "Look at me," he requested as they stopped at the light. When she turned her head he could see the pain in her green eyes and cursed inside that the moment even happened. "I love you and only you. I have no intention of allowing this person to play any kind of role in our lives, especially with a new family on the way. My time, love and attention will be where it belongs. I hope you believe me."
"I do believe you," Stella smiled; wanting to put his mind at ease. She saw the torment in his warm blue eyes and knew that family trust was something he held dear; a sacred bond he'd never take for granted or treat lightly.
"Good," Mac breathed in relief. "Because I am not interested in Ella McBride in any way, especially giving her any of my attention at two AM or anytime for that matter. My time, love and attention belongs only to you."
"Hey babe, I was getting worried," Carl greeted Ella when she entered his apartment. "How did...what's wrong? Were you crying?"
"Just met up with some old memories," she sniffled as she allowed Carl to wrap his arms around her. He'll never feel as good in my arms as Mac did, her brain wrongly reasoned.
"Hungry?" Carl asked. "I made your favorite. Well at least I tried."
I want to be with Mac! He's not married, he wasn't wearing a ring! She looked at Carl with an angry scowl before storming past him into the extra bedroom and tossing her few bags onto the bed and then she slumped down beside them.
Carl leaned in the doorway and looked at her with a frown. "Was it that hard to come back?"
"Hurt more than I thought," she stated in misery, Mac's confused expression not the happy one she had hoped for. "I guess I had just built up...I wanted a happy reunion of sorts and...oh it doesn't matter."
"Want to watch TV or something?" Carl pressed; hoping to cheer her up a little. He looked at her and frowned, wondering what was wrong? This morning she was happy and cheerful and now it was the exact opposite. "Was your outing that bad?"
"No, just a bit disappointing," she replied with a heavy sigh. "I was expecting a little more but...but that just means I have to work harder to get what I want." And I will get him, I will make Mac Taylor love me!
"And what do you want?"
"Well right now I'd like some of that dinner you made. I'm starting to feel hungry."
"Great," Carl smiled as he turned and headed back into the kitchen to set the rest of the table.
Ella watched him leave and knew she had to paste on a fake smile and at least string Carl along for a while longer. If Mac's day was bad enough for him to tell her that he was married he just needed to be alone. I'll go and see him at work on Monday, she told herself. He'll be happy to see me then, right?
"Ella?"
"Coming!" She called back as she hurried out of the bedroom and into the living room with her fake smile already in place. "Smells great."
Mac followed Stella into their new apartment and looked around, seeing less boxes than he thought he would. "I thought we had more stuff," he commented as he slowly walked into the kitchen and put the few groceries away as Stella cleared room on the table for the pizza.
"Jessica and Lindsay started to put some of the kitchen and bathroom stuff away already," Stella replied as Mac walked out to join her, a beer in his hand for him and a bottle of fruit juice for her. "Thanks," she took the bottle and sat down at the table.
Mac put his beer down beside her drink and started to gently massage her shoulders. "You were quiet on the way home. I can't fault you for being mad bu..."
"I'm not mad, just a little surprised," she confessed as she bent her head forward and allowed him to massage the base of her tired neck. "Just didn't think my competition would be the same age as my daughter."
Mac stopped his massage and then kneeled down in front, taking her hand which forced her eyes to lock with his. "You're human and if the situation was reversed I'd probably have killed him already for kissing you," Mac confessed which forced Stella's frown to turn to a warm smile. "But I hate the fact that you are this distracted and even think you have any kind of competition."
"Distracted and tired. Bad combo for a pregnant cop, especially one who still has her gun."
"Stella..."
"Mac, I love you and I hate the fact that my emotions are high."
Mac gently lifted Stella to her feet and wrapped his arms around her before he tenderly kissed her lips. "Shall I distract you with something else?"
"Like the sound of that," she smiled as she kissed him back. But as Mac went to kiss her again he heard her stomach rumble and pulled back.
"I'll distract you with sex if you are not too tired after dinner."
"Shower for two? Take advantage of it while I still can."
"I think I'd like to do that," Mac grinned as they both sat down to their modest dinner. They made light conversation about Sunday and where most things would go and what colors they would pick out at the paint store tomorrow afternoon; neither wanting to discuss Ella McBride or her surprising and upsetting return. Both had agreed on a neutral color for the baby's room; since they wanted to be surprised on the gender if at all possible.
After they had finally eaten, Stella cleaned up the few dishes while Mac headed into the bedroom to make the bed for the night. After it was done, he heard Stella start up the water and quickly started to strip. He had just gotten down to his underwear when his wife walked into the room.
"Please don't stop," she remarked and his face went a tinge deeper. "I like being distracted like this."
"I show you mine..." he teased as he left his boxers on and walked up to help her undress.
"Water's running Mac," she reminded him as he started to nuzzle her neck with his warm lips.
"Then we'd better hurry," he whispered as his warm hands started to gently ease her sweater all the way off. He removed her undershirt and then smiled down at her round belly. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he planted a loving kiss on her belly. "Baby can go to sleep now, mommy and daddy are going to have sex."
"Mac!" Stella scolded as she quickly lifted his face to hers and kissed him on the mouth. "Bad boy."
Mac chuckled as he followed after Stella into the now steamy bathroom and shed the last vestige of fabric and followed his wife into the walk in shower; their new place having both a new larger shower soaker bathtub. Mac gently pulled Stella into his arms and held her close, his wet lips on hers, his tongue starting to explore her wanting mouth, hungrily kissing the skin around him.
Her hands gripped his warm flesh as she gently pushed him up against the warm tiled wall; his body more than a ready and willing recipient of her expression of love.
"I love you Stella, only you," he assured her as he kissed the sensitive damp skin around her ear, moving to her neck which forced her body into his. And as they continued to make love his mind and heart were where they belonged; with his wife and unborn child, never realizing that on the other side of town a young woman lay awake in a strange bed, formulating a dangerous plot.
A/N: okay so how was their meeting? And what else do you think Ella has planned? Please review and let me know! Thanks again in advance!
PS: NY Stories updated tomorrow
