A/N: Yay! New baby on the way…

Enjoy!

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She was having trouble breathing and controlling her voice that all she cried out was, "The baby…" and then she screamed in pain. Dylan reached over to the front headrests to haul himself over and see what was going on.

"Mommy?" he sobbed, hearing her mother scream again. He looked at his father for support.

He assessed the situation. Stella's hands started to shake and tears were running down her face. And Dylan's face as well. "Mac… s'time," she managed to mumble amidst the pain.

When reality set in, he turned on the police siren and managed to cut into the traffic to the hospital ER. "It's not time yet!" Stella cried out when she was wheeled in.

"Two weeks, honey. Just two weeks," Mac soothed her, following the gurney while trying to calm a crying Dylan in his arms.

"It's still two weeks!" she screamed, grabbing on the sheets under her. The doctors and nurses were holding her down and making her more comfortable.

"Mommy!" Dylan sobbed on to Mac's shoulder.

The contractions slowed down a bit, enough for Stella to talk straight, "Dylan… Mommy's going to be fine. I would like you to calm down and be a good boy for Daddy and me. And if you do that, you can play with your baby sister later."

Dylan lifted his head to look at her. "Baby sister?" he peeped. She nodded, wincing as a mini contraction hit her. He sniffed once and gave her a comforting smile. "I love you, Mommy."

"And I love you, too," she said as the delivery room closed behind the doctors.

One doctor and a nurse stayed outside and the doctor said, "Mr. Taylor, I think your wife needs you inside. Nurse Joan here can watch Dylan while you're inside."

Mac nodded and handed Dylan to the motherly nurse. He kissed his forehead and followed the doctor. He could already hear Stella screaming out curse words and several profanities unbecoming of her to get through the pain. As he washed and suited up, the doctor asked, "Have you done this before?"

"No, ma'am," he panted. "I wasn't there during the first time." He gloved up as if it was nobody's business and the doctor looked at him in amazement. "I'm a crime scene investigator. Putting gloves on is what I do on a daily basis."

"I see," she smiled. "Well, I won't expect you to faint anytime soon, do would I?" They were chuckling as they entered the theater.

"What the fuck are you laughing about, Taylor?" Stella shrieked. Her brow was sweaty and her knuckles were white.

The OB-GYN in the room went to the doctor and said, "Just a few cm's more, doctor. Should we give her the epi—?" but she didn't finish because Stella cut her off.

"NO! I'm in enough pain as it is," she said matter-of-factly. "This is the last time that I am going to do this so let it be." She glared at Mac when she said 'last time'.

He kissed her brow and held her hand. He almost backed-off when he found his hand in a death grip. "Babe, you can crush my hand if you want," he whispered in her ear and kissing her cheek. "Anything to make it easier."

Stella smiled slightly. "I have every intention to do that, Mac," she joked. "Kiss me." He did and smoothed his other hand on the swell of her tummy. She screamed as she rode through another contraction.

"That's it, Stella, you can do this," he said, wiping the sweat off her brow.

The OB checked again and she nodded. "Okay, Stella…" she said, spreading her legs a wee bit wider. "You've been through this before; that adorable little boy outside is testament to that. You know the drill."

"Yeah, it just took me four pushes then," she replied sarcastically, ignoring Mac's wince as she squeezed his hand hard. "Let's just get it over with. Tell me when to push; I'm at your friggin' mercy."

The doctors smiled. Stella was as vocal as they come. "Okay, when a big one comes along, say hello to it." But instead of doing that, Stella screamed out loud a profanity that even had Mac taken aback. "That's good, too," the doctor laughed, unfazed. "Now one more… and this time, we go a little bit gentler on the vocabulary."

"You're doing great, Stell," Mac encouraged. "Just a little more."

She pulled his hand violently that sent him almost on top of her. "Oh yes, very good," the OB commented. "Mr. Taylor, I think it would be better if you do not sit down. Just stand, in case she does that again."

Stella was panting heavily, not really anticipating the next contraction. Mac was attentively wiping off sweat and tears with a sponge and sometimes with a kiss. "I love you," she whispered; something which he always returned. But not long after, "Fuckin' shit!" she shouted as a really huge one hit her.

The OB had a real sense of humor to liven the tone. "Oh tsk, Stella. Watch your words because we have a baby's head in the room," she said. Stella's eyes went wide. "For the next one, I want you to push with everything. Can you do that for me?" She just nodded vehemently. "Here we go…"

A few more pushes and the room was filled with little screams that were even louder than Stella's. She settled down, exhausted and out of breath, hanging on weakly on Mac's hand which she was squeezing the life out of just a few seconds ago. Her eyes were blurry and her lips were dry. She was sore all over and well, she was not feeling friendly at that moment.

But when a pale little bundle wrapped in a white cloth was placed in her arms, she felt intense love rush through her system. She could faintly hear one of the people in the room say, "Please do the honors, Mr. Taylor," and the Mac-shaped blob move between her legs and then come back to her side again.

The world around her was a blur except from the man standing beside her, kissing her forehead and the little baby sucking her cute thumb in her arms. She looked up at her husband and said, "She's beautiful."

"You both are," he said, hugging them both and stroking his new daughter's cheek. "She's tiny." She merely nodded, still mesmerized by the new life she was cradling.

"Have you guys thought of a name for her?" the doctor asked.

Stella looked at Mac. She chose Dylan's name and so this is his turn. "Mary Alexandra," he proudly said, placing a kiss on the baby's forehead.

"I love it," Stella said, stroking his cheek.

"Great," the doctor said, writing it down and standing up. She gave the new parents a few more minutes with their daughter before taking her to run some tests. Stella fell asleep after that as they wheeled her to a private room. Dylan was waiting inside Room 716.

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Ath3ns – Bumpy's a baby now. More children to look after on my part.

Serien – nothing bad over here, right?

Paly – I hope school's doing well for you. I'm pretty busy as well.