A/N: Hello! Whew… writing this fluff-fest is tiring haha. It took me a long time to get it juuuust right for all of you.
Enjoy!
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"Mommy?" he asked as Mac carried him and gave him a huge hug. "Where'd Bumpy go?"
"Mommy's tired and she's asleep," he explained. "She did very well today, little man. And you…" he said, pointing to the boy's chest, "are now an honorary big brother."
He broke out into the widest of smiles and clutched tightly to his father. "Really?" he asked excitedly. His eyes shifted to his sleeping mother to his father's face. "Can I see?"
"Maybe in a little while, Dylan," Mac said, sitting down with his son. "We'll go down to the nursery to see your baby sister in a few hours. She's taking a nap."
Dylan nodded and settled against his father's chest. After two hours or so, father and son went to the elevator, down to the nursery on the 3rd floor. Mac perched his son on his hip. "They're so little," the boy said, placing his palms against the glass. "Where is my sister?"
Mac spotted his new daughter and walked in front of her crib. The ankle tag was pink and written on there was, "Baby Girl Taylor. 2:15 PM. Stella Taylor (mother)." He lifted Dylan higher and said, "There she is, buddy."
The boy turned to the direction of his finger and put his nose closer to the glass. His eyes traveled the rows of newborns and stopped when he saw a pair of green eyes looking blearily up at him. Tiny clutched fists were against her little chest and she was rocking from side to side. "Baby sister?" he asked, looking at his father.
"Yes, that's her," he confirmed, kissing his cheek. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Dylan giggled. "She's teeny," he said, trying to catch her wandering eyes; eyes that were so much like their mother. The baby was looking around her surroundings, trying to decipher who and what they are. Until her eyes fell on the persons in front and above her. "Oooh, she's looking at me, Daddy! Look!"
He checked it out and smiled. "Hi baby girl!" he said, waving at her. Her beady eyes squinted and she yawned. Dylan giggled again.
A man stood beside them, looking for his newborn. He noticed Mac and Dylan and said, "Your daughter in there?" Mac nodded and pointed to her girl. "Oh she's very pretty. Are you happy to be a big brother here, bud?" he asked Dylan.
The little boy bit his lower lip. In his head, the man was labeled "A stranger. And Mommy and Daddy said not to talk to strangers." And apparently, the man saw this as well.
"Oh, I'm Miguel Costa," he said offering his hand to the two. Mac took it and Dylan did, too. "I'm a volunteer firefighter; one of the good guys, bud. Nothin' to worry about." The little boy gave him a smile. "You taught your son well, Mister…"
"Taylor. Mac Taylor," he replied. "I'm with the NYPD so yeah, one can never be too overprotective, right?" The adults laughed. "So Dylan… can you answer the good man's question?"
"Uh-huh," the boy answered. "She's cute and she's little."
"Oh boy, she's going to be a real looker," Miguel commented. "Oh yes, that's my little princess!" He pointed to a sleeping baby girl two cribs to the right of Mac's. Mike began to dab his eyes. "My first born. I'm sorry to be breaking down like this."
"Your daughter is very beautiful," Mac said to him and Miguel mumbled a thanks. "What's her name?"
Miguel took a few moments to collect himself and said, "Sienna… after her mother." He turned to them again and asked Dylan, "How about your baby sister there, bud?"
Dylan shrugged and looked at his father for information. "Mary Alexandra," he said to them. "My wife's Greek," he explained further. Mike nodded.
Before they could talk more, a nurse approached Mac informing him that Stella was awake. "Well, I won't keep you guys from her," Mike said, offering his hand and his card to them. Mac gave him his and before they could go, "See you around, Detective." Dylan waved back for both of them.
"There are my boys," Stella said weakly, sitting up against bunched up pillows. "C'mere, big brother." Mac placed Dylan on the bed beside his mother and gave them both a hug. "How is she?" she asked her husband.
He dragged a chair and placed it beside the bed. "She's perfect. Toes and fingers all accounted for," Mac proudly said. "She's 6.3 lbs, a bit smaller than when Dylan was born."
"Green eyes!" the little boy exclaimed. "She's has green eyes like yours, Mommy."
Stella kissed his chubby cheek and chuckled. "She does? My, my…" their conversation was halted when somebody knocked on the door and in came her OB with her newborn. She wheeled the crib in.
"Congratulations to all three of you," she said. Dylan scrambled to get a closer look at his new baby sister. "She's very healthy, not to mention beautiful. And all is normal. Never mind the two-week window," she smiled, handing Stella a birth certificate to check and sign. After she did, the doctor handed her the little baby. "Here you go…"
Stella's breath caught in her throat. Little Mary Alexandra was awake and looking around her, her little mouth slightly open. She shivered as she was passed on from the doctor's to Stella's arms. When she was settled down, she fixed her green eyes to her mother's, equally green.
"Hi there, little baby," Stella managed to squeak out, stroking her new daughter's soft cheek. "Hey, little Mara." Baby Mara's eyes fluttered close when Stella kissed her forehead and opened up again, shining.
They heard the door close; the doctor already left. Dylan carefully crawled to his mother's side, peeking at his baby sister. Mara's eyes shifted from her mother's to her big brother's. "Hello," Dylan said with a wave and smile. But she just stared at him. "I'm Dylan. Your big brother."
Their hearts swelled at that. Their son reached out to touch one small clenched hand and shake it carefully. Stella kissed Dylan soundly on the cheek. "Good boy," she whispered.
She snuggled closer to her baby, feeling her warmth and weight in her arms, against her chest. She always liked that 'new baby' smell – especially if it's from her own new baby. Mac sat on the bed and placed his head on her shoulder as the three of them stared at the newest addition to their family.
"Did you tell anyone yet," Stella asked her husband.
"Not yet," he replied. "Everything has happened so fast and…" she knew what he was saying and technically, this is the first time he saw his own child being born. A pang of guilt was at the pit of her stomach and she gripped Mac's hand. "Stell," he sighed, lifting up her chin to look at her, "I'm here now, am I?" She smiled and they kissed.
"Carry her?" she offered, placing the baby in his arms. Little Mara put her clenched hands up to her face as she was lifted. "There, there, baby…"
Mac cradled her gently. Her eyes were closed for a moment and when it opened, she now focused on her father. Mac kissed her forehead and cooed at her. "So soft," he sighed, taking one hand in his. She immediately grabbed on to his thumb. "So beautiful." Mara was pulling on his thumb towards her small mouth. When he pulled away, her little face started to scrunch up. Soon, small cries could be heard and the little baby started to flail her arms.
Dylan covered his ears. Stella saw this and smiled, "Margot did that also when you were born, little guy," she said to herself. She looked at Mac and his, 'what do I do now' look and raised her arms out saying, "Alright, I know what she needs and that's the one thing you cannot give to her." Mac handed Mara back to her mother and pulled Dylan to his lap.
Stella eyed the two, "You guys okay with this?" starting to pull down the drape she was wearing, "I'm going to breastfeed." Father and son looked at each other. She waited for an answer from the two but decided, "Oh what the hell," pulling down just enough to expose her left breast and placing Mara to latch on her nipple. She was already crying even before she asked them and she couldn't wait any longer.
"Oh still feels like it's the first time," she said, stroking her daughter's hair.
"I did that, too, Mommy?" Dylan asked, wide-eyed. She nodded and smiled.
On the other hand, Mac was torn between blatantly staring and looking away to give them privacy. And Stella saw this. "Mac," she chuckled, "you can look. After all, she's your daughter and… as if you haven't seen this part of my anatomy before." He blushed and raised his head to watch.
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Bluehaven – yeah, there's a couple more chapters. Thanks for reading.
magic-munchies – lol, I hope you didn't get in trouble with your math teacher.
Mo -- huggles aww… thank you! I could see how Dylan would tell his friends about his new sister.