AN: Response to the reviewer named "Reader Revolution":

Let me start with saying that I respect your opinion and I understand why you think so.

However, this is just fiction. That's what is so great about fiction; you can make up anything, including mpreg. But if you don't like this, don't read it; it's a simple as that. If one looks up the definition of fiction it says: A literary work based on the imagination and not necessarily on fact. Of course, fiction can be both realistic and non-realistic; which is why I personally like fiction.

So yes, people can write about mpreg because it's only in the imagination. I am well aware that it would never happen on the show, but neither would things like; the characters being in a gay couple, being vampires, have supernatural powers or even get hurt in the way the way some people (including myself) write in stories, or even some of the pairings would never happen. But it's just imagination, that's why fiction is fun.

Again, if you don't like male pregnancy stories then don't read it. I respect your opinion though.

-I-

Thanks a lot for the reviews!

The time without concern was definitely over. Horatio had received three death threats in just four days, all of them from Missus Lacey Reardon. She always sent her letters in envelopes marked with a sticker; a sticker in the shape of gun. So when Horatio picked up the mail while carrying one month old Caylee, he knew exactly who the letter with the sticker was from.

He tried not to let it affect him, but it was becoming harder and harder. Noah and Caylee could sense that something was wrong and had started acting almost nervously or worried. As if they knew that their father was marked for death by a crazy woman.

Mac tried to keep Horatio's mind off it, but he failed a bit. Not surprisingly Horatio was mostly inside the house. He rarely went out; especially not with the twins. Even though they had police protection he had become afraid to leave his own home. Horatio didn't scare easily, but everyone knew that he wasn't afraid to lose his life, not to the extent that he was afraid to lose Noah, Caylee or Mac.

Horatio dropped the mail on the kitchen table and chose to ignore it for now. He was busy taking care of Noah and Caylee by himself while Mac was grocery shopping. Horatio played with his son and daughter for a while, until he noticed that they were getting tired. Once they were in their cribs, he watched them until they fell asleep. They were now sleeping in the nursery upstairs instead of in Horatio and Mac's bedroom.

When they had fallen asleep Horatio went to the kitchen and picked up the letter from Mrs. Reardon. It was the same as before; she was threatening his life and reminding him that his days were numbered.

You're days are numbered

I will be coming for you

Nothing or no-one can stop me

Prepare to die

Horatio knew that he hadn't done anything to deserve this. He hadn't done anything wrong. Mrs. Reardon's husband had been convicted of murdering their maid; he had even confessed. Still Mrs. Reardon believed that Horatio and his team had done something wrong; that it was their fault that her husband was now in jail. They had only done their job, but she couldn't see that. She had almost killed Horatio and Mac by crashing into their car when Horatio had been 25-weeks pregnant. It felt like eternity ago.

She had been missing for months after escaping from the prison bus. Now she was back in Miami to finish what she had started; to kill Horatio.

-I-

Sometimes Mac wondered if he was being watched. It wouldn't surprise him if Missus Reardon was following him, hoping to see Horatio with him. Mac hated the fact that she had made Horatio so worried and too afraid to even step out of the house. He and Horatio had looked forward to many walks in the park, to go grocery shopping together with the twins, buy things in the mall to them; things any other family did. Mrs. Reardon was stealing that from them and it made Mac furious.

"If you grip that cart any harder it might break."

Mac released his grip on the shopping cart; not realizing he had been holding it so tight. He turned around to face Ryan.

"Hey Ryan." He said.

"Hey Mac." Ryan smiled, "How are you and Horatio doing?"

"We're doing as well as we can."

Ryan nodded. The team had of course noticed the change in both Horatio and Mac's mood. Horatio rarely smiled anymore and he was constantly looking over his shoulder. Mac was angry, he snapped at people and none of the men got much sleep. This was supposed to be one of the happiest times in their lives, yet they were walking on egg shells just waiting for something to happen.

"I want it to be over." Mac sighed, "I either want her arrested or dead."

"I agree." Ryan said.

"What are you doing here then? This is the opposite side of town where you live." Mac said confused.

"Well, I was kind of making sure nothing happened to you." Ryan said, "The Chief had asked for civilian cops to follow you and Horatio around."

Mac looked surprised and glanced around the store, seeing several people looking at him with earphones and trying to behave as if they weren't actually following him. He had been too busy with his thoughts to notice them. The cops were dressed casually and some were even pretending to shop as a couple. One of the cops had a stroller with what Mac guessed was just a baby doll.

"Should you really be talking to me then?" Mac asked.

"Well, since I'm a friend it wouldn't look weird if we talked; in case Mrs. Reardon is watching."

"True." Mac smiled, "I can't believe I missed that I was being followed."

Ryan chuckled and patted Mac on the shoulder.

"There are civilian cops walking past your house every day too. It's only been going on for three days though." Ryan said.

"Remind me to thank you all when the case is over."

"No need. You and Horatio would do the same for us." Ryan smiled, "I'll let you get back to your shopping, while I pretend to be leaving in case Mrs. Reardon is watching."

"Alright. See you later Ryan."

"Take care, Mac."

Mac waved as Ryan left. He felt much more relieved knowing that he had protection wherever he went. He wasn't sure if Mrs. Reardon was smart enough to notice all the civilian cops.

-I-

As clever as Elvis was he had his idiotic moments too. In an attempt to find out what was at the bottom of a glass vase (which was empty because it was supposed to be thrown away), Elvis stuck his head inside it and got stuck.

Horatio found his beloved cat in the kitchen desperately trying to get his head out of the vase. He grabbed the ginger animal and tried to pull the vase off; but it didn't work.

"How do you even succeed to do this?" Horatio sighed.

Horatio held onto Elvis's body with one hand, while using the other to pull the vase off carefully so not to hurt the cat. It was how Mac found them when he came home with his hands full of grocery bags. Horatio looked at him when his lover entered the kitchen and put the bags on the table.

"Don't ask." He said, "I have no idea what the hell he was doing."

"Being curious again." Mac shrugged, "We're going to have to use water to get him out."

"He's a cat."

"Yeah, but it's the only way." Mac said, "It makes it slippery so we can pull the vase off him."

"He's going to hate us after this." Horatio said and carried Elvis to the bathroom.

Elvis meowed and meowed and meowed; his claws dug into Horatio's arm when he felt the first drops of water touch his fur. Mac grinned as Horatio hissed in pain and poured some more water around Elvis's neck.

"Stupid cat." Horatio growled.

Elvis desperately tried to get away from the water and his masters, but Horatio's firm grip kept him in place. Finally, after five minutes Mac could pull the vase off Elvis's head and the ginger cat ran out of the bathroom like a speeding bullet.

"You're bleeding." Mac said and grabbed a towel to put over the wounds made from Elvis's claws.

"Of course I am! That little shit held on to to me for dear life." Horatio snapped.

Mac looked at his lover and then pulled him in for a kiss. He could feel Horatio shaking as he tried not to cry. They pulled apart ond Mac hugged his lover.

"She won't get to us." Mac said referring to Mrs. Reardon, "I promise you that."

"I want it to be over." Horatio whispered.

"It will be."

"Mac?"

"Yes, love?"

"Make love to me."

Mac pulled away from Horatio slightly and looked at him with sad eyes. They still had to wait two more weeks before they were allowed to have sex (they could only have it if Mac was the one being penetrated).

"I can't." Mac sighed.

"No, I know, but… just do something, please." Horatio pleaded.

Mac nodded and pinned his lover against the bathroom counter. He knew how badly Horatio needed some release. He grinded his hips against the older man and felt his hardening bulge press against him. Mac deepened the kiss while unbuttoning Horatio's shirt. He ran his hands over his abs and chest; making sure to pinch the redhead's nipples to.

When they parted for air Mac kissed Horatio's neck while his hand slipped inside his jeans and boxers. Horatio gasped and arched his back when he felt Mac's hand wrap around his erection; stroking him slowly.

With his free hand Mac unbuttoned Horatio's jeans and pulled them down together with his boxers.

"Uh, Mac." Horatio moaned and closed his eyes.

Mac got down on his knees and continued stroking his lover's rigid shaft, while his free hand fondled his balls.

Horatio grabbed a fistful of Mac's hair and started thrusting in his hand. Mac smiled and enveloped the head of the erection only; his lips barely touching Horatio.

"Ah, god Mac!"

Horatio's knees buckled slightly and he braced himself against the counter. Mac slowly let Horatio's shaft slide into his mouth; inch by inch. His tongue swirled around the sensitive skin and his teeth gently nipped at him as he enveloped Horatio's whole length. Horatio's body tensed and his grip on Mac's hair tightened.

"Mac!"

Mac looked up at Horatio and let his hands slide up towards his nipples. He started caressing his lover's chest while letting his throbbing length slip almost all the way out before he took it as deep inside his mouth as he could again. He kept going slowly and Horatio kept trying not to thrust.

"Love, uh god!"

Mac moaned and hummed, knowing full well that the vibrations of his voice made Horatio squirm with pleasure. His tongue ran over his lover's slit to taste his pre-cum. Horatio gasped and arched his back. He could feel his climax coming closer.

"Uh, I'm so c-close!"

Mac closed his eyes and started sucking faster, while Horatio started to gently thrust. Mac let his hands caress his lover's chest and abs, while his tongue and mouth pleasured Horatio in other ways.

"Uh, yes, oh!"

Mac felt Horatio's entire body tense and his member twitch in his mouth just before he came with a cry. Mac swallowed everything his lover had to give and then let the half-hard length slip out of his mouth as he stood up. He pulled Horatio in for a kiss.

"Feel better?" He asked with a smug smile.

"Yeah. You look very proud of yourself." Horatio smiled.

"I am. I know my sexual skills are the best." Mac winked and kissed his lover's cheek before leaving to tend to the grocery items.

Horatio buttoned his shirt again, pulled his boxers and jeans back up and then joined his lover in the kitchen. The danger was far from over, but he wouldn't let it cloud his mind tonight. He was going to enjoy cooking with his lover and spend time with their children; like he dreamt about for years.

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