Okay, so this is the first chapter to the sequel of 'NYPD Movie Night'. I'm SO sorry it's taken so long to upload and write but I guess writer's block, exams and performances kinda get in the way of writing! I'm terrible at updating but I'll try to update as regularly as I can! I was asked by a couple of people to write a sequel and some people suggested Mac's reaction to the news of Jo being pregnant… There is a flashback telling the story of it and the rest is about 6 months after the previous story, Jo was 3 months pregnant in that one.
Anyway! Please R&R and tell me what you think. As always I own nothing, however I wish I did! Thanks to everyone who asked me to do this sequel, I'm happy that you like my writing enough to want a sequel! Thanks again.
The sun shone through the gap in the curtains, creating streaks of light to flow over the crumpled bedding and the two figures, whom were closely wrapped up together. Jo stirred in Mac's arms as the light hit her face, causing him to tighten his hold on her. She just settled back again when the alarm clock rang, resulting in a tired grunt coming from Mac and then a loud bang as he chucked it off the bedside table.
"Fucking thing…" He cursed, sleep lacing his voice.
"Not wanting to get up, Detective?" Jo whispered with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Not when you're in my arms," He gently kissed her hair, deeply breathing in her scent. "Love you."
"Mmm, does that mean you don't have to get up? This baby of yours is far too active."
Mac laughed at Jo's whiny voice. He knew very well how active their child was as she'd not let him sleep for the past months when the baby was awake.
"As much as I'd love to stay in bed with the two of you, the lab actually needs one of us to be in and as you're already one week overdue I'm thinking you shouldn't be running after criminals."
"God, why can't your baby hurry up and get a move on already!"
"Ahem… Our baby, Jo. He or she is ours. Ours to hold, ours to spoil, ours to love."
"If you say so, Taylor. But Tyler wasn't this bad!"
"You're carrying a Taylor, we seem to only ever be late once in our lives and that's our first arrival."
"Why do I remember your mother saying something like that? Along with all the other things that have been true… Y'know I can't wait to be able to be around coffee again, you have no idea how much I missed that stuff!"
"Actually, I think you'll find I do. If you remember correctly, you cut me off coffee for the last eight months, and Danny wafting it right under my nose hasn't helped."
"Fine, you win. But only on the coffee!" Mac broke out into a broad grin before kissing her sweetly on the lips. Bringing his hand into her hair he raked it through her dark, silky waves. Jo deepened the kiss by holding the back of Mac's neck in my place leading him to enter his tongue into the folds of her mouth. They battled for dominance, switching every few seconds on who had the upper hand. Moaning into the kiss, Jo raked her hands down Mac's bare back causing him to allow a similar moan to escape him too. A few seconds later, although it felt like hours, they broke off for air leaving them both panting heavily.
Mac's hand travelled to her 'whale-sized' stomach, as she'd so eloquently put it a month ago, "You're so beautiful." Jo just smiled before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"Sadly I need to pee, as always." She playfully rolled her eyes before smiling up at him whilst he moved so she could get out of bed. She waddled to their en-suite as Mac just watched his fiancé with love. He could remember every minute, every kiss, every touch, and every word that they'd shared together. He had a whole catalogue of favourite memories; however he had one that stuck out to him more than the others.
"Hey Mac! Jo! Over here. This is a nasty one, I'll warn ya." Don Flack had called them as soon as they stepped out of Mac's SUV. The pair walked towards the detective and followed him into the apartment. "Two DOAs: Lewis and Anya Fisher – both aged 27. New York licences. This is their apartment; looks like someone forced the door down. Neighbours said they heard screaming and called the police."
"No gunshots?" Mac asked.
"No. Like I said outside it's a nasty one." They had now reached the door to the master bedroom. Blood spatter covered the all the walls and furniture. Tied to a chair, Lewis Fisher's head hung back, as his throat had been split. On the bed, however, was a worse story. Anya was tied to the bed, she'd been beaten but the thing that shocked both Mac and Jo was the small baby that was on the bed beside her, her stomach had been cut open and the small infant's throat had been slit.
"Oh… Oh my god." Jo whispered in shock. Suddenly nausea started to rise in her stomach as she continued to stare at the mother and infant. She jolted towards the front door and ran until she was outside and found some bushes where she threw up.
Mac had followed, hot on her heels. He saw her lean over into the bushes and heard her throw up. He rushed to her side and held her hair back, rubbing soft, comforting circles on her back. He wished he could just hold her until she felt better but he had to be careful as they were in public and no-one except Ellie, Tyler, Millie – Mac's Mom – and Jo's Mom – Eleanor – knew that they were an item.
She finally raised her head and looked at Mac with salty tears in her eyes, his intense blue orbs gazing back at her with worry and concern laced in them. He finally tore his eyes away from her, but keeping a hand on her back, and turned to Don who had followed them out as well.
"I'm going to take Jo back to the lab, Don. Call Sheldon and Danny to take the case." He just nodded his head and walked away pulling out his cell to make the call.
"Come on." Mac led her into the SUV before he spoke again.
"Are you okay? You've never been sick at a scene before?" His voice was thick with the worry and concern that she had seen shining in his eyes.
"Erm, I'm fine. I-I just need to tell you something… Just not here." He had a look that said he didn't quite believe her.
"Jo, you can tell me anything, you know? Nothing will change the way I feel about you. I love you, with all my heart. Whatever's wrong, please just tell me." She'd never seen or heard him like this before, he sounded so scared and vulnerable. He was begging her.
"Mac… I'm scared. I don't know what you'll say, 'cause it's my fault and we never talked about this. Hell, we've only just moved in together! I don't want you to hate me…"
"I could never hate you Jo, never. Just because you and Ellie have only just moved in with me doesn't mean I don't love you or care about you. Please just tell me. I'm dying here."
"I honestly only found out this morning. I swear. I'd had my suspicions for a couple of weeks. I was going to tell you tonight at dinner…" She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, firmly holding their gaze. "…I'm pregnant Mac. I figured it was when I stayed a few nights at yours about a month back, when Ellie was staying at my Mom's, and I forgot to take the pills. I'm so sorry, it's my fault… you probably don't even want kids!"
Jo was rambling as Mac just sat there, mouth open in shock, looking like a rabbit in the headlights. He felt so many emotions all at once. Love, happiness, disbelief, shock – obviously – but he felt like his life was fulfilled. He felt as if his heart was now fully mended. He'd always have a special place for Claire but he felt the happiest he had in a long time; probably the happiest he'd ever been. He and Claire never talked about kids, he'd always wanted them but Claire was a working woman who wanted kids later than other women tended to. He and Jo hadn't exactly talked about it either though. Jo had approached him saying he'd make a good father but that was as far as it had gotten. He didn't want to move too fast for her.
Jo's ranting brought him away from his thoughts and his stance. He looked at her as she said the last line and he leant over and claimed her lips. He put everything he had into the kiss, all of his raw emotions. She raked her hands through his cropped hair as he put a hand on her stomach. They broke off eventually needing air. Mac's grin was huge, reaching his eyes that were sparkling with joy and love.
"You've just made my heart complete. I can't believe we're having a baby! And it isn't your fault; I love you even more for it though. It was mine too; I knew that the pills were at home I just can't control myself around you." They both smirked as they remembered how he greeted her and how many times they'd made love that night and the following day. "You're the only woman on this earth who I'd want as the mother to my children; even more than I wished for it to be Claire."
"Mac, you don't mean that."
"I do. I promise you, I really mean that. Mine and Claire's bond took years to get to this stage that we're at now. I don't care that this is our second time around at everything; I know that you're my soul mate. The fact that you're carrying my child makes me feel the happiest man on the world."
Tears were falling down her face with happiness as he gently brushed them away with his thumb.
"You're gonna have a sick day, and as your boss I need to make sure that you're okay… I'm sure Danny, Lindsay and Hawkes will look after the lab."
"Mac! They're bound to know something's going on!"
"Hey, I looked after Stella before when she was ill, I let Sheldon live with me when he was short on money, I looked after Don when Jess died – help him get back up on his feet, I've even looked after a very drunk Danny Messer a couple of times. They're aware that I care about them. The team's my family. Just 'cause you're newer doesn't mean they'll think anything more of it. Don't worry!"
"Okay, okay! But if they guess… it's your fault!" She playfully warned to which he just grinned and turned on the ignition.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
Mac was brought out of his memories ah he heard Jo softly calling his name. He glanced towards her to see her hands on her stomach and a frown adorning her face.
"Hey, what is it?" He asked urgently; worried something was wrong with the baby.
"I… erm…Mac -" She breathed deeply and she looked into his eyes, her eyes showing her true emotions; how scared she was, "I think my water just broke… Well actually, I know it just did."
Mac's eyes literally popped out his head. He'd known for about 8 months that Jo was carrying his baby but it was only just dawning on him that he could be holding his son or daughter in just a few hours. He was going to be a Daddy. He was going to be responsible for a small defenceless baby, someone that he couldn't let down. He was responsible for this little life. And it all started now.
A/N 2: Okay, so please R&R and also I'd like some of your input possibly… First of all I'm not sure whether to make the labour a long one or really short – possibly not even making it to the hospital? Also would you prefer them to have a boy or a girl? I'm swaying towards one but I'd like to know what you guys think! Any name suggestions are also welcome! Please leave a review or send me a direct message! Thanks, Beth xx