Chapter Four: When She Steals My Heart

When she's layin on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark

And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm

And I want so bad to move it cause it's tinglin and it's numb

But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up

Yeah I live for little moments

When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it

Yeah I live for little moments like that

Mac and Lindsay walked into their brownstone followed by their very hyper and energetic daughters five-year-old Reese and two-year-old Delilah they had just come back from Coney Island and while the two adults were exhausted the little girls were far from it.

"All right, pretties it's off to bed now, you've had enough excitement for one day." Mac proclaimed, "I want you both dressed in your pajamas with your teeth brushed in ten minutes! And I mean ten minutes!"

"Yes, Daddy," Reese says holding Delilah's hand as they walk upstairs, "We'll be ready for bed and I'll help Delilah with brushing her teeth."

Mac nodded and smiled then looked over at Lindsay who looked completely exhausted of course walking on swollen ankles because you're seven months pregnant will do that to you especially for about four and some half hours. Walking over to her he gently pulled her to his chest so her back was to his front and softly kissed her hair as his hands were splayed out across her large stomach.

"I'll tuck the pretties in while you go upstairs and get ready for bed."

"Go tuck the girls in but I wanna stay up to watch the news. You know how much I hate missing what's going on in the world and I'm too tired to go upstairs right now, in fact I'm so tired you might have to carry me up to bed, Mr. Taylor." Lindsay replied with a sassy wink and smile.

"I think that sounds like a great idea, Mrs. Taylor. I'll give the girls goodnight kisses for you. Go sit down on the couch and rest."

Lindsay nodded and waddled over to the couch and sat down, then took off her shoes which were killing her feet and snuggled into the large cushions of their burgundy couch as she turned on the tv to watch the news. A few minutes later Mac came back downstairs from tucking the girls in and sat down on the couch next to Lindsay pulling her body so she was now laying on his chest.

Maybe it was the fact that she was curled up in Mac's arms, or maybe it was the sound of his even heart beat in her ears calling to her like a lullaby, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne or it could have been that Lindsay was just really tired and she eventually fell asleep. Mac hadn't noticed Lindsay had fallen asleep until he got a tingling sensation going up and down his right arm, looking down he saw Lindsay had fallen asleep and her head was resting on his shoulder making his arm numb and tingly.

Sighing he tried to move it but after taking another look at Lindsay and how peaceful and beautiful she looked sleeping on his shoulder he couldn't bare to wake her up. So he managed to move his arm out from under her without waking her and he gently scooped her up from the couch and brought her upstairs to their bed. After stripping the bed of its covers he laid her down and climbed in next to her, immediately wrapping her in his warm embrace.

It was moments like this where Lindsay was sleeping with her mouth half open, short caramel and honey-colored hair all a mess, snoring slightly wearing a T-shirt and his boxers that Mac could feel her stealing his heart all over again. Not that she had any clue what she was doing and that's just how he liked it.

After glancing at their wedding bands Mac settled into bed to get some shut eye himself and thought, "I live for little moments like that."

Author's Note: Well, that's it. But have no fear loyal readers I'm working on Maybe Baby Makes Three another Mac Lindsay fic and I have another Brad Paisley song fic in the works too. So look for them soon!

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