A/N: Sorry it took too long. Enrollment and all those blues. Got to cough up some money lol. And I have a bug. Silly hot and cold weather.

Anyway, I hope you all are okay where you are and enjoy!

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On the kids' break time, they were reunited with their mothers in the picnic tables near the playground. Bobby and Bettina were very polite little children and they liked Dylan to be their friend. He felt the same for them. The mothers couldn't have been happier.

The day went by smoothly and by the end of the first school day, the children had introduced themselves to their classmates and teacher, drew pictures and learned some new songs.

On their way to 'daddy's office', Dylan was still recounting his day to his mother. Emily got a cab back to their house. She offered to share but Stella promised Mac that they'll be dropping by the crime lab after school. Since it was just a few blocks away, they opted to walk.

By the time they got to the 35th floor, Stella was exhausted. Dylan was the complete opposite. He immediately spotted Adam entering the break room, biting his pen. He ran over to him, avoiding collision with other lab techs walking the corridor. Stella followed him inside and found his son hugging Adam's legs. "And lookie!" he said, raising his school bag and showing it to the older male.

"Awesome!" Adam said. "I'm glad you like it. Oh hey, Stella." She waved back and flopped down on a couch.

"My feet are killing me," she moaned, toeing off her flats.

"There's my buddy," a voice said. Danny entered the room and scooped Dylan in his arms. "What's with the get-up?" He saw the logo of the preschool on Dylan's collar and got it. "School boy now, are you?"

The little boy nodded and Danny put him down. "Yes, Danny," he said with a smile, emphasizing his name.

Danny's eyes widened and hugged him once more before standing up. "You got it right!" he chuckled. The boy blushed and laughed.

Just then, the break room door opened and Mac walked inside, straight to Dylan. "Daddy," the boy said as he was lifted up in his Daddy's arms in a tight hug. Mac's face looked very solemn and he was running his hand up and down his son's back. Dylan hugged back.

Lindsey, Sheldon and Flack came in not long after. Lindsey sat beside Stella and said in a whisper, "The victim in our case was a child. Dylan's age. When we heard you were here, Mac just sped off." Stella just nodded in understanding. Even before Dylan came along, cases that involved children were especially hard.

"Daddy," Dylan said again, kissing his dad's cheek. Mac loosened his hold on him to look at his face and smiled.

"How was your day?" he asked, sitting him down on the couch beside the women. He pulled a barstool beside him to hear about Dylan's first day of school.

The mood lightened up when the room was filled with the boy's laughter. Adam and the other men returned to what they were doing. Lindsey decided to stay and listen. "He reminds me of my nephews back at home," she said to Stella.

Mac pulled him on his lap and hugged him one more time before going back to work with Lindsey. "Could you guys stay at my office?" he said to Stella and Dylan. "He can take his nap there and we'll go out to dinner as soon as I finish with things over here." He kissed Stella softly, closing his office door.

Days like these would always drag slowly by. Stella saw Mac and the others walk past the office with long faces and slumped shoulders. After a while, the morale would be up when they have a suspect in custody. Running around, collecting results and heading over to the police department. The day ended by 7:30 p.m. when Mac carried a sleeping Dylan and took them home.

"I bought dinner," he said to his wife. "I figured since I was out and about the whole day, we might not have a sit-down dinner outside after all."

"It's okay, baby," she said, stroking his cheek. "You're tired and Dylan's tired and well, my feet are still killing me. Who knew that a trip to the toilet every thirty minutes would wear me out like this." They laughed.

He slipped his hand into hers and said in a subdued voice, "I know other ways to wear you out." Stella shivered as his thumb danced on her palm slowly. "Too bad you only have those trips to the toilet to burn off excess energy."

Stella scooted closer, putting her lips beside his ear, "You know better than tease me like this, Taylor." Before settling back to her seat, he gave the shell of his ear a little lick. "I might be pregnant but I still know how to please my man." That put him back to his place.

For the next weeks that followed, Dylan grew to love school and made more friends. Stella and Emily would hang out together, like their children. Their husbands were also introduced.

When Stella entered her eighth month in her pregnancy, she opted to stay at home. Either Mac or somebody else from the team would pick up Dylan from school and drive him home. Sometimes she would drop by the crime lab, pick her son up herself but she didn't stay long. She would get tired easily.

One day, Mac took a weekend off and came home from work with Dylan. He burst through the door and straight to his mom with a piece of paper in hand. "My teacher asked me to give you this. Daddy already read it," he said, pulling himself up to the couch.

Mac sat beside her and gave her a kiss. "What's this?" she asked. It was a letter from the school inviting her and Mac to 'Parents Day'. It was a career day of sorts; kids bring their parents to school and they tell them what they do for a living. Emily told her about this and apparently, it's the Taylors' turn to talk.

She looked at her husband and smirked. She couldn't pass the chance to see Mac in full ceremonial blue. He seemed to get the message. "Oh no, Stella. I'm going with my detective suit," he said, bopping her nose with his finger. She pouted but laughed.

"But what am I going to be?" she asked the little boy on her other side. Dylan had his ear against his mother's belly. She stroked his hair and smiled. "I know," she said to herself.

They were scheduled to join the class that Wednesday. Dylan was so excited to have his Mommy and Daddy with him in school. He watched his classmates and their parents and he had fun. Now, it's his turn.

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Mo – I'm looking forward to writing him when he's in school. Like in a class.

Paly – my nieces are having the same jitters. School started for them yesterday.

Betty – lol, thanks for pointing that out.