Disclaimer in chapter 1
"I hate Mac." Stella mumbled as she walked into the lab. She had been forced to jump into a dumpster to look for a gun. Ever since finding out she was pregnant, Mac was sending Stella to do easy jobs or mostly non-dangerous ones.
"Glad you got over that morning sickness or that would have been me in the dumpster." Lindsay laughed as the brunette walked into the Montana native's lab.
"I hate that Mac has me doing these stupid things, I'm pregnant, not disabled." Stella said handing the evidence to Lindsay. "I can still process a crime scene and question suspects and chase after them." She added.
"He's just concerned, Stella, it's okay." Lindsay smiled.
"The hell it is! I need to chase after someone; the most excitement I get these days is, well…sex." Stella smiled.
"I really didn't need to know that." Lindsay said.
"I know, sorry." Stella said pulling the elastic out of her hair, letting her curls loose. "I just miss the excitement, you know." She sighed.
"Stella not to be rude or anything," Lindsay began, "but, um…you reek!" she added putting a hand over her nose.
"Thanks Lindsay." Stella said throwing her a look. Stella made her way to the locker rooms and stripped of her smelly overalls, throwing them in a dirty laundry bin. She grabbed her toiletries and walked to the showers.
As the hot water washed the dirt out of her hair and off her face, Stella sighed and relaxed. She leaned forward and let the hot water cascade down her back. She was only eight weeks pregnant but her back was already hurting her. Her hair stuck to her back and cheeks.
"Stella?" She heard Mac's voice say softly. She turned and looked at him.
"How was the crime scene?" He asked. She turned to look at him and placed both hands on her hips.
"Look Mac, I am pregnant, I am not disabled! I want you to give me a crime scene, a real one! I am sick and tired of jumping into dumpsters or I don't know, doing stupid easy things! I can still process a damn crime scene Mac." She said sternly. He just stood and looked at her. "Talk to me!" She said angrily.
"You are so sexy when you're mad…and wet." Mac said walking into the shower. He grabbed her into his arms and kissed her. Stella tried to push him away, but he held on tight. Stella gave in and returned Mac's kiss by running her tongue on his lips. When he let her go, Stella looked down at him.
"I got you wet." She said.
"I bet I did the same to you." He grinned.
"Cocky." She said pushing him away. "Now let me finish this shower so I can get back to writing reports." She added rolling her eyes. Mac laughed.
"Calm down, Stella, I was just here to ask you if you wanted to come to a murder scene with me." He asked. She whipped around.
"Really?" She asked her eyes flooding with tears.
"Don't go all hormonal on me now." He said as she hugged him tight. "Now hurry and finish up this shower so we can go." He added. Stella smiled at him and turned around to finish cleaning up.
Stella collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.
"You're tired out, aren't you?" He asked with a grin as he lay next to her.
"Shut up!" Stella said hitting him on the arm.
"Stella, I know you think I've been giving you easy cases but you do need to take it easy." Mac said. "You're not twenty anymore and you are pregnant." He added. She threw him a look.
"Are you saying I'm old?" She asked.
"No," he laughed, "I'm just saying take it easy." He added. Mac gave her a quick kiss and closed his eyes ready to sleep. Stella lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
"Mac?" She asked a few minutes later.
"Hm?" He asked.
"We don't have to get married, do we?" Stella said, "I mean we can still have a baby and not get married." She added.
"Of course, why do you ask?"
"I'm just not a big fan of all that…stuff." She said. "The white dress, the vows, the whole she-bang never interested me." Stella explained.
"Then we won't get married." Mac smiled, "I'm with you and that's all that matters." He added.
"I should sell my apartment, or sublet it at least." Stella said thinking of her now unoccupied apartment. She had insisted on keeping it 'just in case' as she said it.
"Sure." Mac mumbled into his pillow. He was tired and wanted to sleep.
"We're going to have to start working on a nursery soon." She said again.
"Stella!" Mac said with a laugh.
"What?" She asked looking at him with big eyes.
"I just got off an almost forty eight hour shift; can I please get some sleep?" Mac asked. The brunette smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
"Sorry." She whispered, "I just have a lot on my mind." She added.
"We can talk about it tomorrow," Mac said pulling her close to him. "For now, you need to rest, too." He mumbled burying his nose in her hair. He slid his hand down her to small bump. "Junior needs sleep, too."
"You think it's a boy?" She asked.
"Mmm hmm."
"It's a girl." Stella said confidently.
"You willing to wait seven months to find out?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"Let's not find out the sex of the baby until he is born." Mac said putting accent on the 'he'.
"Fine!" Stella smiled, "but when she is born, you'll see that mother's intuition is always right." She grinned. Mac kissed her again and then lay his head down. Within seconds he was sleeping soundly. Stella listened to his snores and moved her hands down to her stomach.
"Good night moro mou, s'agapo." She whispered before closing her eyes.
Sorry if the Greek isn't acurate! got it off Google :P supposed to be: "Good night my baby, I love you."
~Kate xo
