Chapter Three: She's Not Perfect

I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me

And I thank God that she isn't cause how boring would that be

it's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans

When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin hands

Yeah I live for little moments like that

Mac smiled at the curious little girl on his lap who was currently flipping delicately through a photo album of himself and Lindsay that were given to them as a five-year anniversary gift by Hawkes and Stella. Reese Annabelle Taylor was born on August 4, 2006 and she'd just turned five two days ago, and wanted to learn more about her Mommy and Daddy. Flipping through the pages, she found a picture of Lindsay about six months pregnant sitting in the midst of a whole bunch of familiar looking pieces of white wood and other stuff.

Curiously the little girl with her mother's large hazel eyes looked up at her Daddy and asked, "Daddy, is that the crib I used to sleep in when I was a baby?"

"Yes, it is, Pieces. Now Delilah sleeps in it. Aunt Stella took that picture of Mommy when they tried to put your crib together themselves; it didn't work out that well but it's the thought that counts." Mac said remembering the moment fondly.

"You mean Mommy makes mistakes?" Reese asked with wide eyes.

Mac chuckled and tapped her nose saying, "Everyone makes mistakes Reese, even Mommy. She's not perfect but she tries so hard for you and me and Delilah and now the new baby and that's what matters. You should feel so special to have a Mommy as good as yours."

"I do." She mused thoughtfully snuggling further into her Daddy's embrace.

Continuing to look through the book she came across a picture of Mac and Lindsay on their honeymoon in Paris looking completely lost as she tried to guide them through the foreign streets with a map that was clearly upside down. A fellow tourist had taken the picture and while Lindsay was too engrossed the map to notice Mac had and asked if he could have it, the other tourist simply smiled and handed him the Polaroid while pointing him in the right direction.

Mac smiled as he looked at that photo and remembered what it felt like being lost with Lindsay, there was no other person in the entire world he'd rather be lost with than her. Eventually she ended up throwing the map in a near by trash can and just took his hand in hers telling him to take her wherever he pleased and that's just what they did, hand in hand they walked through the foreign streets of Paris lost together as only two newly weds could be.

"Daddy, you don't want Mommy to be perfect do you?"

"No, I don't. Perfect is boring and Mommy is anything but boring and that's just the way I like it," Mac says glancing up at the clock in Reese's bedroom, "All right, sweetie it's time for bed. You can look at the pictures tomorrow with your sister this time and no arguing, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, Reese."

Mac tucked the caramel haired little girl into her kindergarten sized bed and softly kissed her forehead making her giggle lightly as her mother now four months pregnant with their third child walked into the room. Lindsay walked over to her daughter's bed and gently kissed her forehead and cheek before brushing a few stray hairs away from her face and watched admiringly as her large hazel eyes fluttered closed, causing her to smile softly up at her husband.

"Night, night Pieces. I love you too." She whispered.

"Night, night Momma. I love you." Reese mumbled sleepily.

As Lindsay turned to leave the room and go check on two-year-old Delilah she accidently tripped over Reese's favorite stuffed animal a brown and white cow named Daisy. As Mac watched his wife gracefully trip over the offending animal he couldn't help but chuckle realizing although Lindsay wasn't perfect and she'd get them lost going to the grocery store up the street he wouldn't want her any other way in a million years.

In Mac Taylor's eyes Lindsay's ability to get lost and her gracefulness was as close to perfection as he'd ever be and after giving him two beautiful little girls, with another on the way and a second chance at love she actually was perfect. In the most not perfect clumsy adorable not boring kind of way and that was just the way he liked perfect because that's exactly what Lindsay was she was perfect because she was Lindsay.