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"Hey you," Danny's husky New York accent brought him back to reality. "Where is Stella?"
"Huh?" Mac blinked as his co-worker made his way towards him with a coffee mug in his right hand. The past nights without any sleep started to rub off on him.

"You look like you could use this" Danny put down the mug with steaming hot coffee in front of his boss.

"Thanks" Mac stared down at the hot liquid, hoping that Danny would not see his red eyes, giving away the lack of sleep, and was quietly hoping that he would leave him alone.

"Stella?" Danny watched as Mac did his best to avoid any form of eye contact. "Where?"

"I don't know" he muttered under his breath. "Or, she has fallen ill, the flu you know"

"You don't know, or she has the flu?" Danny arched a brow. "Which of it is it?"

"The flu... probably"

"You sure don't seem so convinced" for the first time their eyes met, and Mac hoped that he would not mention the huge bags under his eyes. "But ok, the flu then."

"Yeah" Mac managed to choke up, and Danny finally left his office.

Everyone at the lab knew something was wrong, even though with no Stella around the tension in the air seemed to grow by every passing minute, and everyone was tiptoeing around Mac waiting for the great discharge. But so far, nothing has happened.

"What did he say?" Lindsay asked as Danny came back to the break room, anxious of what news her fiancé would bring.

"Well, either Stella has the flu, or he don't know" Danny shrugged.

"What kind of answer is that?" Sid took another sip of his herbal tea.

"Something is wrong!" Lindsay said with a sigh, worried that it would be something much worse than the flu.

Mac could barely hear his co-workers and friends talk in the beak room, he could only interpret words here and there. And from what he could hear they were talking about him. A part of him could not bare to tell them the truth, that she quit. She left. She was gone. He was still holding on to that last thread of hope that she would come back, that everything would go back to normal again. But truth be told, he didn't know what normal was anymore. Ever since that night with Stella, everything had suddenly become so much clearer and more obscure at the same time. When he had her in his arms, he felt like he had the answers to all the questions of the world, and within a blink of an eye – he had lost it all.

What was she doing right now? Mac ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. Nothing he could say or do would bring her back. The coffee had already cooled down, and did not seem to be appealing to him anymore.

A thousand thoughts ran through her head. Yes, she was happy for the baby she was carrying, but not under these circumstances. Stella knew what it was like to grow up without parents, and would do anything in her power to make sure this unborn child would not experience what she had gone through. She really wanted that this child would grow up knowing that he or she both had a mother and father that would go to the end of the world and back just for the sake of it. Mac would make a great father, and without being able to control the small smile escaping from her lips just by thinking of Mac as a father. He would be perfect, he would sing to the baby, he would play with it and teach useless knowledge and shenanigans. Stella knew that Mac wanted to become a father, he had told her once. But the final question still remained in her head though, did he want to be the father of her child?