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teenwolf-theoriginals:

(Not) Repeating History

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Warning: Mature content

Summary: You feel like history is about to repeat itself regarding Mac and Cage, and get upset about the whole situation as it reminds you of Nikki, in turn, you partly take it out on Mac.

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“That’s ridiculous, we’re just work colleagues”. Mac exclaimed, frosting the glass as a couple of onlookers peered on by.

He’d
been reassuring you with the same sentence for weeks now. Cage was the new
addition to the team, a unexpected one, but Matty saw that she possessed
qualities that could be useful. When she was introduced you decided to
give her a chance, after all there was no way you could judge someone
from one glance. Over time you begun to hear stories, mostly by
asking Jack what it was like to have her out of the field. He was
hesitant to say anything that could potentially put a wedge in your
relationship with Mac, that didn’t ease any growing concerns so he
eventually told you what he’d observed – Cage possibly
getting a little too interested in Mac. Your heart jumped at the
prospect of what that might look like. When Jack saw your worried
expression, he quickly added her intentions were harmless.

Checking your watch, you didn’t have time to argue with Mac. “So were you and Nikki”.

Mac sighed, sometimes he really hated having that thrown back in his face. “You can’t keep using that against me”.

“I’m
just stating facts, work colleagues can turn into something more, we did. It’s
not impossible that Cage could have feelings or that she could act on them”.

“Expect your forgetting one thing”. You asked him what that was. “I’m with you. I have everything I need right in front of me”.

Your phone buzzed, it was Matty demanding you get your ass to the conference room. Taking the folders you placed on the table upon walking in, Mac’s tone displayed annoyance at the fact you had to leave when the conversation was far from over. “We have to talk about this”.

“And
we will, but not now”. You had a mission briefing to get too and before
Mac pulled you into the war room to talk you were already running far behind
schedule.

Mac rushed over blocking part of the door. “I love you”.

You maneuvered past him, leaving without returning the same words of affection. The first time in a year that you hadn’t reciprocated Mac’s I love you.

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The meeting run over, due to you being late. Matty far from impressed at your lack of punctuality made it clear afterwards. “Whatever is going on with you and Macgyver, fix it”. She stated.

Cleaning up the table, throwing away papers that weren’t needed and straightening up chairs, Matty glared at you to take a seat and not wanting make matters worse you did as you were instructed. Softening her tone, she offered some friendly advice. “I know that some days it isn’t easy mixing work with personal and while I think you and Mac are good for each other, I won’t hesitate to step in if any of it affects him doing his job or you doing yours. So go home and figure it all out. Because by tomorrow I want both of you to be on good terms, you got it?”.

Faintly smiling, you nodded. Checking your phone Mac had sent you a message asking if you wanted a lift home, typing back that you drove your own car this morning and he didn’t have to wait for you as you had one last errand to take care of, you gathered your things from the office and went to find Cage. Running into her in one of the hallways, she stopped in her tracks assessing your hostile behaviour and asked if you wanted to talk. “There is something I’ve been wanting to ask you and I would appreciate if you were honest with me”.

“Of course, always”.

“What are your intentions with Mac?”.

She chuckled, and you weren’t at all sure what was so funny about your question. “Y/N, I’m not a threat to your relationship with Mac”.

“Yeah, well, things can change. I mean working out on the field anything can happen, right?”.
Adjusting the strap from your bag that was digging into the crook of your arm.

Her area of expertise shone through with her next choice of words. “I’m sensing this is less about me and more to do with your own insecurities”.

Staring at Cage with amazement at her brazen response, “I think this conversation is now over”.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to cross a line, if I-”.

“Goodnight, Cage”. Calling out as you headed for the exit. You hoped some clarification from her would make the tiny voice of self-doubt stop, but it was persistent in making you believe that if given the chance or put in the right circumstances romantic sparks from one party or both could fly.

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On your way home the long route seemed appropriate, it gave you time to clear a cloudy mind. Your mother had always told you a little jealously was healthy in a relationship, it helped strengthen the bond between two people. And while past experiences did prove her words held truth, you feared that maybe this jealously was something that you couldn’t get past, in turn, causing your bond with Mac to severely break.

Indicting to turn left, you pulled up on the local street and then into the driveway parking right beside Mac’s Jeep. You took longer then necessary to collect your belongings and enter the house. Mac came into the bedroom from the terrace apologizing for the role he may have played to cause you any apprehension regarding him and Cage.

Setting down your bag, shoes, keys and jacket you took two strides and pulled Mac in for a lengthy kiss. He held onto your waist, stumbling back into the nearest object – his desk. Breaking the kiss, only for a second, to remove your blouse and Mac’s jeans. He stepped out of the clothing wrapped around his ankles and moved you to the bed. As the night progressed, Mac didn’t dare to ask what he wanted to know, not during any of the foreplay moments and certainly not when you were wrapped around him. He bit his tongue and savoured the
brief period of time the two of you weren’t arguing.

Catching your breath, you could feel Mac’s eyes linger. He sneaked his arm under the sheets inching your body closer. “Am I forgiven?”. Wondering into the bathroom, grabbing along the way his discarded shirt, you fixed up the tangled strands. “Y/N, I know we didn’t just make love for nothing”.

“Maybe we did”. Sliding on a new pair of red boyleg underwear.

Mac slid on his sweatpants and grabbed your wrist before you made it to the door. “Hey, we’re not doing this again. I said I was sorry, I told you that me and Cage are just work colleagues, what more do you want from me?”.

Your mind subconsciously flashed to Cage’s
insecurities

comment, clenching your jaw you hated to admit that she may have been partially right. “Nothing, okay. I’m just tired of wondering when the next Nikki will show up or if she’ll come back and I-”. Leaning on the door frame, you exhaled. “I got jealous and scared because I can’t lose you, Mac”.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that before, I would of understood”.

“No, you wouldn’t have. Because I don’t have a Nikki for you to worry about or a Cage or anyone else for that matter. So, don’t stand there and tell me you know how I feel”.

The frustration that was starting to die down, arose once more.

“Then talk to me, help me understand!”.

“I can’t, I don’t know how”. Admitting, exhausted emotionally and physically.

Mac threw on a plain white shirt, closing the drawer with somewhat intentional  force. “Then maybe you shouldn’t of come home and made me think we’re pass this by sleeping with me”. He harshly expressed.

It was a tense night, Mac only came back once to grab his phone, indicting that he was spending what little time left he had to sleep in Bozer’s old room. You barely got any shut eye and when your body finally did let sleep in, morning emerged.

Barley making eye contact, Mac disappeared into the bathroom. You rubbed the side of your neck where a knot was forming. Remembering Matty’s words of advice you couldn’t let this continue. Luckily, Mac hadn’t locked the door. You set aside any residue anger and joined him under the hot water.

He turned when he felt a gentle hand on his back. Looking up with apologetic eyes, you half expected him to walk out. Instead, Mac pinned your wet body against the glass shower screen. “Are we done with all the arguing, or have you come in here to repeat last night with me?”. He questioned in a soft hushed tone.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of let you think things were okay between us when I was still mad”. Glancing away, Mac dipped his head planting kisses along your neck. Without breaking the flow he continued down, spreading apart your legs to gain more access. Closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation, at this point you weren’t going to hold it against him if he took a page out of your book – the same one you used on him last night. “Mac”, breathing out, although you were certain it sounded more like a moan.

Mac’s lips brushed along your ear lobe. “Shh, we’re putting last night and everything else behind us. You forgive me, I forgive you”. Spinning you around to rotate your ass into his crotch, you felt him harden.
“We have about an hour before we need to get ready for work. So unlike last night, this time we’re actually going to make love instead of pretending too, understand?”. Nodding, Mac made sure dominance dripped from his every word.

“I want to hear you say it, Y/N”.

“I understand”.

Capturing your lips on his, he proudly mumbled. “That’s my girl”.

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You and Mac walked hand in hand into The Phoenix, Matty stood at the door, the others already inside waiting for the new mission. “It’s good to see you two have worked things out”. She turned her focus onto Mac. “But you’re late, Blondie, so get your ass into the room”.

Mac’s face dropped and you snickered beside him. “What are you laughing at, you’re late too”.

“Yeah, but I wasn’t the one that got in trouble for it”. Smirking at him, “You better get your ass in there, Macgyver”. Cheekily checking him out.

Mac leaned in. “Behave, we’re at work”. Yet again, Matty called out for him to get a move on.

He closed the door, giving his attention to the details of the mission.

You looked over your shoulder and Mac shot you a quick smile, finally the two of you were able to put past worries to rest.

teenwolf-theoriginals:

What Keeps You Up At Night

Masterlist

 

Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Mac for years, ever since you both attended MIT. Recently, the feelings have grown into more of an romantic nature. One night Mac plans a first date because he feels bad that he never got to take you out on one when you guys first started dating, due to work commitments getting in the way.

Side Note: Inspired by “What Keeps You Up At Night” by Dan + Shay. Listen here. Please listen to the song, it’ll get you into the mood of the imagine and also because it’s good.

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Let me leave a little taste on your lips, a little chill running under your skin. So, when it’s a quarter past 3 still thinking ‘bout me.
Girl, I wanna be what keeps you up at night. Tossing and turning, head spinning, like you’re dizzy off of red wine.

“The movie wasn’t that bad”. Mac stated, lacing his hand into yours as the two of you walked out of the cinema’s, braving the cold winter air.

“Oh yeah, then why did you fall asleep for half of it?”.

Mac twirled you around and your back hit the brick wall. He moved a strand of hair, sending chills up your spine due to the way he was looking at you – a mix of desire and love. “Only for the last 10 minutes and the only way you would of known that is if you were staring at me”.

Tugging on his scarf, his lips hovered inches away. “I heard you snore”.
Playfully teasing him.

His hands rested on your waist, you could feel Mac’s warm breath. “I don’t snore, but I do wanna kiss you right now”. Even though the air was cold as an ice cube, being so close to Mac all you could feel was heat running all through your body. He titled his head a little and kissed you like it was the first time he’d ever done so.

“You better be careful, Angus Macgyver, a girl can take that kiss as you’re falling hard for her“.

“I am falling hard for you, a little more every damn day”.

A small lit cafe across the street caught your eye, you pointed it out to Mac and the two of you headed over. Inside reminded you of your grandma’s kitchen and the smell of freshly baked cookies flowed through the room. Mac choose the two seats by the right corner window. The kind middle aged women greeted you with a smile, a tired one, but a smile nonetheless. “What can I get you two?”. Pulling out a pencil and notepad from her apron.

“Just two hot chocolates please”. Mac ordered, knowing that on a night like this hot cocoa was your preferred drink. “Oh, and can we get whipped cream with extra chocolate shavings on one”. Penelope, the waitress, returned back to the counter humming along to herself as she prepared the order. You glanced at Mac, who asked you what was on your mind.

“You always seem to surprise me, that’s all”.

“In a good way, I hope”.

You leaned over, Mac meeting you halfway. “In the best way, baby”. You rarely gave any nicknames to Mac, however, it just slipped so effortlessly out your mouth that it created a whole different kind of mood between the both of you. He turned his neck, kindly asking Penelope if she could make those hot chocolates a take-away instead. She didn’t seem to mind and brought over the drinks, Mac being the ever so gentlemen paid, adding an extra tip on top of the bill.

“Where are we going?”. Wondering as you had no idea what street you were currently walking down.

“I want to show you one last thing before we end this date”. Opening the door to a stairwell, he looked back ever so often to make sure you were still behind him and about 5 flights of stairs later the two of you arrived on a building rooftop.

The stars sparkled above, lights from surrounding buildings gave the city a beautiful glow and as you peered over the edge it amazed you how tiny the people and cars appeared to be from this high up. “Won’t we get in trouble for being out here?”.

Mac hugged you from behind, “I know a guy who owns the building. He won’t mind if we use the roof for a few minutes”.

Breathing in the night, you melted in Mac’s embrace. “This has been the best first, non-first date I’ve ever been on, so thank you for that”.

Spinning you around, it was impossible to not get lost in his eyes. They made you feel like you were the luckiest girl in the world. “I should be thanking you for agreeing to go out with me. Never did I imagine my best friend would one day become my girlfriend”.

“Nor did I”. Smiling back at him. Biting your lip, Mac took it as his cue to lean down and capture you into another whirlwind kiss. You ran your fingers though his blonde locks, relishing in the way he tasted.

After stargazing with the occasional making out on the rooftop, Mac walked you home. There he said goodnight with a simple peck on the cheek, causing you to blush at how proper he was. Watching him leave, you felt like a giddy school girl. He lingered on your mind as you got ready for bed and every few seconds you’d stare at your phone. You didn’t want to seem clingy or desperate, although, you doubted Mac would ever see you that way. Deciding it was better to leave things be, you tired to get some sleep, however, even a few miles away Mac still held a crazy amount of power.

Throwing off the covers, you unplugged your phone charger and dialed his number, nervously biting your nails while you listened to it ring.

“Hello”. His voice sounding slightly groggy.

“I don’t mean to call so late, it’s just-it’s going to sound stuipd”. Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out at the moon.

You heard Mac shuffle around, the sound of a lamp switching on. “Nothing you say to me could sound stuipd, is everything okay?”.

“I couldn’t sleep and I kinda don’t want the night to end without you. It may sound crazy but do you want to come over, keep me company?”. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you weren’t usually this bold. Yet, when it came to Mac it felt easy to step out of your comfort zone.

“I’ll be over in 10 minutes”.

The phone clicked and the giddy school girl jumped up with excitement, running to the bathroom to freshen up.

So when you’re wide awake and I’m the only thing on your brain, just call and I’ll be there to fall right in your sheets

When Mac said he’d be over in 10 minutes, he meant it. The doorbell rung and you wasted no time in opening it. He was dressed causal – blue jeans and a grey shirt. This was the part where it felt like you and Mac had just meet, as opposed to knowing one another for years. You two just stared shyly at each another, until Mac took off his leather jacket and smashed his lips upon yours. “Are you sure you wanna, you know take things to the next level?”.

Loosening his belt, you kissed up his neck. “I’m sure, bedroom is the last door on the right”. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the bed. Wiggling out of his jeans, your heart raced seeing the outline of him through his boxers. Hovering above, Mac teased feather kisses, traveling down the valley of your breasts. What happened next was far better then they could ever portray in movies. Mac made sure to be tender but rough, sweet but sexy. Every inch of your body was on fire as Mac touched you. You meet his glaze and with one gentle push you gasped, feeling your walls clutch around Mac.

Gripping his shoulders, your lips brushed along his ear. “Don’t hold back, baby”.

Hearing you call him baby gave Mac a newfound energy, he used your moans and encouragements to give you the best release you’d ever felt. And it wasn’t just once, but multiple times throughout the night that you and Mac became one.

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Fluttering your eyes open, Mac’s fingertips glided up your arm. He was unaware that you were intently watching him. “A girl can get use to waking up like this”.

Clearing your throat, it was hoarse from all the times you called out Mac’s name. He handed you a glass of water. “How are you feeling?”.

“Like I just had sex a handful of times last night”.

He laughed at your blunt honestly, “That must of been one lucky guy. He sounds pretty skilled too, if I do say so myself”.

Rolling over, the sheets fell exposing your naked frame to Mac. “Wow, that was-that was smooth”.

Leaning up to kiss you, he subtly flipped you over. The sheets were now a tangled mess and all the room smelled like was Mac’s cologne mixed with sex and the cold morning breeze. “I was thinking we should go get some breakfast”.

Food did sound amazing at this point, however, staying here with Mac outweighed a steamy cup of coffee or soft bagel. “We could, or we could just stay here for a few more hours”.

Cuddling into his chest, Mac’s arms sneaked around you mid-section. “There’s no way I’m going to say no to that”.
He kissed your neck playfully, you letting out a small giggle.

If someone asked you to pick your favourite moment, you wouldn’t be able too. The date, staying half up the night and waking along side Mac didn’t seem real. And if someone asked you how long you wanted to do this for, you wouldn’t hesitate to say forever.

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‘Til Death Do Us Part

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: It’s
been a rough year for you and Mac. Every road bump that could shake up a
marriage seemed to be laid out one after another. With your business
growing and Mac handling more missions then usual, there hasn’t been
time for any imitate moments causing a noticeable rift. And on top of
everything else Mac finds divorce papers which leads to the biggest road
bump yet.

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How would you describe dating a secret government agent?. Rough.
How would you describe being married to one. Even rougher.
It’s been a unstable year for you and Mac. The road bumps started off
small – getting mad at each other for late nights, little arguments that
sparked a few hours of not speaking. Then like anything the bumps
increased in size, growing into hurdles that forced you and Mac to jump –
which lead to the guest room or even couch being used as a second bed
for Mac.

After a strenuous month apart due to a two hour long fight about commitment, trust and the strict demands of two very different jobs – agent and entrepreneur. You hoped smooth
sailing was on the horizon, however, the heavens weren’t on your side
and instead dropped another pesky road bump. This one you should of seen
coming, prepared for even, if only just a little bit. Yet, you kept
pushing it further out of your mind. Thinking that it was no big deal.
Expect, to Mac it was. More then he cared to admit.

Pouring a
glass of
Rosé

wine, you swirled it gently around, bringing the sweet liquor to your
lips. Mac hadn’t moved from the couch since he returned from work. He
took a quick power nap and awoke no more then 20 minutes ago. Flicking
the TV off, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and caught a glimpse of you.
“Isn’t it a bit too cold to be wearing just that?”.

You closed the
laptop lid, reminding yourself that emails could wait until morning.
“Since when is me wearing lingerie and a robe been a problem?”.

His
eyes did a quick scan over your choice of sleepwear. Sucking in a tight
breath, “Since we haven’t been imitate in 4 months, and every time I
try you shut me down”. Telling him he was overthinking it too much,
without any sort of delay he disagreed. “Am I?. I want to show you how much I love you and it’s always excuse
after excuse, either you’re too tired or not in the mood”.

Dismissing
his attempt to place all the blame on you, you fired back. “What about
last week when I was in the mood and you brushed me off?”.

Approaching the edge of the counter, Mac’s eyes narrowed together. “I just came back from a 48 hour mission, I was exhausted”.

“So am I most days after my job”. Finishing the glass of wine, although
the argument Mac so abruptly started hindered you from enjoying the
beverage. Poking his board chest, “You have a hand, Mac, jerk yourself
off”.

Normally, he’d find that response amusing or come up with
his own smart-ass comment. Not today. Mac showed no signs of wanting to
engage in cheeky banter with you. “Are you seeing someone else?. Is that
why you’ve been so distant lately”.

“In case you didn’t notice
we’ve both been distant. And I can’t believe that just
come out of your mouth”. Maneuvering around, the small bench behind
you made it convenient for Mac to block you in, all he had to do was
shift his weight  to the left.

You could feel his breath, that’s how close the proximity had become. “It’s
a fair question. I’m allowed to ask my wife if she’s been going behind
my back. Maybe you prefer to have another guy touch you”.

Lifting a hand in the air, Mac anticipated the move and his handy agent reflexes caught your wrist mid-air. “Don’t
ever accuse me of cheating on you, Angus. Maybe I should be the one
asking you that question”.

“I love you, I’m committed to only
you”. He closed the last bit of gap. His
fingers glided down your arm, past your elbow, until he reached the silk
fabric. “I’m sorry for accusing you
of being unfaithful. But, I’m going crazy over here. I have needs, ones
that my hands can’t satisfy. Baby, I need you”.
Slipping the robe off your right shoulder, he kissed the exposed skin.”Tell me you need me too”. Slowly revealing more and more flesh from him to kiss, he discarded the material, bringing his lips to your ear.
“Tell me you want me to make love to you”.

“Mac". Uttering his name ever so softy to the point where it sounded almost inaudible.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I want-need to hear you say it”. The yearning in his voice couldn’t be missed or mistaken for anything other then an aching longing for you, for love. It matched perfectly with the tent forming in his jeans, another part of him that was also eagerly craving you. A simple yes would settle this entire ordeal, one word from you and at least one of the walls threatening to block this marriage from succeeding would be removed. To break the silence Mac toyed with the clasp on the bra, coaxing his head and displaying a sly smirk. As you were busy distracted by what his hand was doing above your waist, his other brushed along your inner thigh.

Breathless from just a few touches, you knew it was your bodies way of screaming to take the win and let Mac ravish you in nothing but sweet, sweet love. Knowing that Mac was dying to get out of the constrictions preventing him from springing free, you did the honors. “I want you to make love to me”.

There was no time to make it to the bedroom, so carefully laid out on the floor Mac tossed aside your underwear and the two of you got lost in the euphoric feeling of each other’s bodies.

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When you awoke the floor was now a soft mattresses, leaning on your elbows Mac wasn’t laying beside you. Instead, he was fully dressed, back towards you. “Mac?”. Holding the sheets close to your body.

“Why did you agree to marry me?”. He faced you. Shoulders tense, eyes flickering between anger and confusion. “Why exchange vows with me?”.

Not understanding what had him all fired up, you grabbed the robe tying it around your frame. “Because I love you”.

He rudely scoffed, something you hadn’t seen him do before. Tossing papers onto the bed, you noticed one word written in big, bold letters – divorce. Shutting your eyes, he found the papers. Ones that you never intended to sign. Nonetheless, that fact wouldn’t matter to Mac. All he saw was you secretly had them drawn up and purposely hid them from him. “Forgive me if I don’t believe that after coming across these”.

Reaching out to comfort him, Mac flinched away.
“I got them after we spent that month apart. Ask Riley, the papers mean nothing”.

“Do you think that in anyway makes me feel better?”.

Combing his fringe with his fingers, Mac’s chest rose up and down. “Why did we get married in the first place if a year into our marriage you’re thinking about divorcing me?”. As you moved your hands, the robe hiked up. Mac’s eyes darted to your legs, admiring every inch of skin on display. Shaking away the conflict between his heart and head, he slightly scrunched up his hand. “I’m not going to let you be the only one to decide if this marriage ends”.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do, Mac”.

It’s like your response left a sour taste in the room. He waved the papers in the air, “Then explain why you kept these divorce papers”. Wishing you could rewind back to a few hours before, this wasn’t how you envisioned or wanted married life with Mac to be like – fighting, making up, another argument, then having to go through it again. Lately, that was all the relationship consisted of and it reached an exhausting peak fairly quickly. “Answer me, Y/N. Why did you keep them?”.

“I forgot I had them!”. Crying out, praying that he believed you.

“Something like divorce papers is hard to forget, don’t you think?”.

Falling on the bed. “I’m human. I had doubts, just like you had at the start of our relationship. You kept pushing me away because you said it was too dangerous for me to love you. I forgave you for that, we worked past that. We can do it again”.

Staring down, his face appeared to soften and just when you thought there was hope of survival, Mac destroyed it with one stroke of a pen. “You want a divorce so
badly”. Signing his name on the dotted line, Mac threw the pen and gave
you a piercing stare. “Your wish just came true”. Turning on his heel,
the door slammed shut. With shaking hands you picked up the papers,
holding back the noticeable tears that wanted to spill out.

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Staring
aimlessly at the glowing fire embers, your eyes felt dry and puffy. The
papers sat beside you, crinkled with the tears that won – ones that you
couldn’t hold back anymore. Mac had stormed out 6 hours ago. It was hard to determine where he went. Jack’s place seemed like the obvious choice, The Phoenix was another top contender and a drive to no destination in particular also made it on the list. However, the only place you wanted him to be was home, with you.

“What are you still doing here?”. Mac stood at the foot of the terrace stairs, baffled as to why you hadn’t left.

Standing up, wiping the nervous sweat off your palms on the back of your washed out dark blue jeans. “Please, just listen to what I have to say”.

Cautiously walking over, he stood a few feet away. “I did, I gave you what you wanted”.

“I never said I-”.

Mac interrupted, his voice hollow but yet strangely calm. “You can keep the ring and whatever you want to take from the house. If you need help with-”.

“Angus Macgyver!”.
He didn’t falter when you shouted his full name in a desperate plea. “I don’t
want our marriage to end. After I got the papers drawn up, Riley
convinced me not to sign. Then we made up, remember?. It was like that night we couldn’t get enough of one another. On the couch, kitchen counter, bedroom, shower”. It almost looked like Mac was going to smile, but his facial expression stayed neutral. “And I know I never should of kept them, it was stuipd of me to even have them drawn up in the first place. But, I was confused and after what we said to each other during the fight, I thought that was it for us”. Turning to the last page, you extended it out to Mac.
“You said to me that I shouldn’t be the only one to decide if our
marriage ends, and you were right. I know that I don’t want to give up, but if you do then”. Choking on the words, you swallowed the lump. “Then I’ll sign”.

He took it from your hands, thinking it over while looking
at his signature itched on the paper. Stepping forward, your heart
drummed against your chest. Mac whispered for you to make eye contact, when
eyes meet in the middle he threw the pages into the burning flames. His
lips grazed over yours, a teasing taste before deepening it with everything he had.
“Til death do us part”.

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Home

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Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Mac needed some time away, but when he returns will he be forgiven?.

Side Note: Inspired by “Home” by Daughtry. Listen here.

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But these places and these faces are getting old, so I’m going home

Mac POV

I gripped the balcony fence. I came here to get my head in place, to come to terms with my father being Overwatch – and with it the shocking revelation that he’d been secretly hiding in plain sight. But, it hadn’t worked in the way I hoped it would.

Looking out at the waves lightly crashing onto the rocks, the place changed a little since last I was here. The villa remained the same, interior wise. However, there was a fundamental piece missing to make this destination feel like paradise – her. The last time I was here was for our honeymoon. We only left the room a handful of times. I glanced down, smiling at the memory of Y/N dragging my ass out of the bed to take a midnight stroll along the shore. The only thing I wanted to do, from morning to night, was make love to her. But, she insisted that we had to see a little bit of the island, even buy a few souvenirs for the team. It all seemed like a lifetime ago. We were happy. I was happy.

With the ocean in sight and her in mind I dragged my suitcase out from the closet. I had been away for too long. It was time to return home.

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Normal POV

You watched as Logan excitedly laughed at the birds that flew in every direction when he came charging at them. He stumbled over his feet, nothing but happiness plastered on his face.

“How you holding up?”. Jack came up behind, helping you stack the dishes.

Shooting him a weak smile, “Fine”.

“If you want Logan can stay with me tonight?. Give you a little free time to relax, maybe go out with Riley for a girls night”.

Scrubbing down the bench, you shot a glance out the window to make sure Logan was doing okay. He ran after Riley and Bozer who let him catch them. He broke out into a smile, reminding you so much of Mac. “Thanks Jack, but that’s not necessary”.

There was a hefty pause on Jack’s end. He tired to hide it by clearing his throat, but you knew how to read the signs. “He will come back”. Placing a comforting hand on your right shoulder. “After finding out about his dad he just needed time. Mac loves the two of you more then anything, he’d never leave Logan the way his dad left him”.

Pushing back the tears, you remembered the night Mac came home only uttering four words to you, “I quit the Phoenix”. Then throughout the week he’d become different – distant. And finally he did the one thing you dreaded, he decided to leave. Backing up his decision by telling you he needed to find a way to keep his head on straight so he could be the best husband and father – that was two months ago. “Actually, can you take him just for tonight?”.

Jack seemed surprised at your change of heart, normally that wouldn’t be in the case. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you need”.

Calling Logan inside, he ran over, flustered and tired from all the exercise he’d done out on the front lawn. Crouching down to his eye level, “How would you like to stay with uncle Jack for the night?”. His face lit up. He loved Jack, the whole team even. And he only grew closer to them since Mac left.

Helping pack an overnight bag, you noticed Logan staring down at his hands. He sniffled, his eyes briefly

turning towards the unfinished robot he and Mac were building together. Sitting him on the edge of the bed, you knelt in front. “Do you want to tell me what’s on your mind, my sweet little man”.

“Is dad going to come back?”. There was hope in his voice, just like every other time he’d ask about Mac. He was a very observant five year old, something he inherited from his father. And while he didn’t understand the reason why Mac left, he did notice fairly quickly that he wasn’t away on some long mission.

Pulling him into a hug, you kissed his forehead. “I don’t know, baby. But I do know he loves you very much”. You prayed on some level it brought him a little bit of ease to a rather complicated situation. Showering him with kisses, he wriggled in your lap – giggling. “Are we all packed for uncle’s Jack?”.

He nodded, dragging his backpack to meet Jack out in the hallway. “Ready to go and have some fun with the best uncle in the world?”. Logan threw his hands in the air,
thrilled at the prospect of getting candy and cake. He waved goodbye to you. Bozer helped buckle him in the car and Riley took the passenger seat.

“I’ll look after him, don’t worry he’ll be safe”. Jack reassured.

With now a lot of spare time on your hands, it felt odd being the only one in the house. Tidying up the living room, purely to keep yourself busy, you reached over the cabinet to grab the toy dice Logan threw behind. The tip of your elbow knocked over a frame, causing you to drop the toy and cruse. Carefully brushing away the broken shards, you picked up the photo and your chest became heavy. It was the first family photo you guys took, the day at the hospital when Logan was born. Clutching the edge of the cabinet, you let the tears flow. Every part of your heart missed Mac. Bringing your knees closer to your chest, through blurred eyes you stared at Mac’s smiling face, wishing he was here.

What you didn’t know was that wish had come true. Mac peered around the corner, making sure to stay out of sight and watched as you cried.

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Jack’s House

“Don’t tell your mum about this”. He sheepishly grinned at Logan who motioned his cake stained lips were sealed. Setting the channel to a kid friendly show, Jack waltzed over to answer the door. He’d asked Bozer to drop off some healthy-ready meals since his fridge was mostly stocked with beer and steak. “I’ve swore Logan to secrecy and that also means you too Boz-”. He stared at his guest. Jack rarely got caught off guard. This was perhaps one of those rare occasions when his brain did more of the work then his mouth. “Mac, I wasn’t-”.

“Expecting me, yeah, the look on your face gives it away”. Out of nowhere a tiny human hurled themselves in Mac’s arms, holding on ever so tightly. “Hey, little man. I’ve missed you like crazy”.

Logan touched Mac’s cheeks, squeezing and poking. He nuzzled in the crock of Mac’s neck, whispering. “You came back”.

“I will always come back, you and your mum are the most important part of my life”. Hating to break up a much needed reunion, Jack politely asked Logan to go play while he and Mac have a grown up conversation. “So, how badly did I screw things up?”.

“With Logan not much, with your wife I’d start working on a heartfelt apology”.

“What can I possibly say to her, Jack?. That I’m sorry for leaving, that I’m a selfish idiot?”. He replied.

“How about you just start with I love you”.

Mac sunk into the couch, tapping his fingers against the beer bottle.

“Will she even believe me?”.

Jack chuckled, knowing exactly how stubborn you could get. “She’ll make you work for it that’s for sure”. Mac cracked a smile. “It’s good to have you back, man. You’re family missed you, the team included”.

“I missed everyone too”. Mac titled his head, looking at the hallway seeing Logan chase down a small ball. “It’s only been a couple of months but his gotten so big”.

“They grow up fast, or so I’m told. Did you want to spend some time with him?”. Jack suggested, seeing the yearning look in Mac’s eyes.

“I want too, but I think I should go fix things with my wife first”. Taking a quick sip of courage, he exhaled, reaching for the door handle. “Wish me luck”. 

---

Mac’s House

After the mini breakdown you went ahead and pampered yourself with a short shopping spree. It had been so long since you did something simple as walk through the mall without a restless five year old by your side. Kicking shut the door, an unexpected voice startled you. “Need any help?”. Mac came out of the bedroom, freshly showered and sporting a casual stance like he’d been here the whole time as opposed to being gone for two months.

“I got it, thanks”. Coldly pushing past him to set the bags down.

He followed you to the living room, intently observing the way you straightened up the magazines on the coffee table, even though most were already neatly stacked. “I saw Logan, he-”.

“What are you doing?”. Interrupting him.

“I was building up to an apology”. He replied. Mac laid his hand on top of yours, preventing you from sliding the ring on and off your finger. “I’m sorry for putting you and Logan through the last two months. With my dad being Overwatch, I let my anger for him cloud my emotions. I shouldn’t of left”.

“Okay”. Patting him on the chest, acknowledging his apology.

“That’s it, just okay?”. Mac asked, stunned your reaction.

Shrugging your shoulders, “What did you expect?”.

“A little more emotion from my wife”.

“I’m afraid she’s all out. Taking care of a five year old by herself and trying to explain why his dad just up and left has been an emotional roller coaster. So, I’m sorry if I’m not welcoming you home in the way that you hoped”. Jabbing a few shots his way.

Mac sighed, rubbing the corner of his eyes. “I don’t want to fight with you. I just want us to start over”. His breath ran along your skin, lingering. “I’m home, I’m here”. Home – it’s where you wanted him to come back too. And he did. Mac was standing before you – close enough to touch, close enough to love again. He softly uttered your name. An underlying desperation for you to say something, to let him know that you wanted and needed him just like before he’d left.

“You’re here today, what about tomorrow or the next day?. What if you leave again?”.

He held up his left hand, showcasing the thick silver band wrapped around his wedding finger. The one symbolizing a promise of commitment and love. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told our son. I will always come back, you and him are the most important part of my life. I love you”.

Leaning up, lips almost touched. A cautious move just in case your mind stubbornly changed it’s mind. However, Mac left no room for doubt to kick in and pressed his lips, hard, against yours. Body on body, Mac skillfully pulled you onto his lap without so much as breaking the lustful lip-lock. The heat between each other took full control and you let him take care of your body.

Sprawled out across the carpet, limbs tangled and sweat sticking on skin, Mac bit his lip watching you come down from the body rippling high. “What is it?”. You asked, breathless.

“I’m just thinking about something Jack said”.

Arching your eyebrow, “Should I be insulted that you’re thinking about Jack after we just made love?”.

Mac heartily chuckled, kissing the top of your nose. “He told me you’d make me work hard for an apology. And after what we just did, I can officially say you’ve worn me out more so then any mission I’ve done”.

Proudly smiling at him, you run a hand across his bare chest. “Well, you have 2 months to make up for“.

“And did I, make up for those 2 months?”. He asked, titling his head to the side.

“It’s a work in progress”.

Mac moaned as your hand started to take care of his already semi-hardened member, ready and waiting for another round. In the background your phone beeped and you knew what it was alerting you to. “Where are you going?”. He groaned.

“To go get our son”. Reaching over to grab the discarded black tank top. Mac threw it to the side again, causing you to give him an disapproving look, one that you mostly reserved for Logan when he wouldn’t listen. “You realize you’re getting that, right?”.

He kissed along the side of your neck and across your shoulder, fondling your breasts in his large hands. “How about we let him stay with Jack for a few more hours, while we have an adult only, second honeymoon”. His fingertips glided down your stomach and across your thigh, repeating the action but much slower the second time around.

“After all, I still have 2 months of making up to do”.
Smirking, bringing you back down for another sizzling apology.

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3:15

Masterlist

Pairing: Mac x Reader

Warning: Minor swearing + sexual content

Summary: Inspired by a few lyrics from “3:15″ by Bazzi. Listen here.

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It’s a quarter after three, saying everything we mean

He
just showed up, overnight bag in hand, an unspoken plea to allow him to
stay. Two cups of steaming orange and cinnamon tea, you waited for Mac
to explain this sudden visit. Los Angeles to Mission City was a decent
commute and Mac wouldn’t of made such a tiresome trip if not for a
good reason. “I set you up in the guest room”. Starting the conversation
with a light topic when Mac remained mute. He simply nodded, taking a
sip. “How was the drive up?”.

“Peaceful”. He replied.

It
was becoming clear that Mac was in no mood to delve into the reason behind
showing up. You cleared your throat, pouring the tea down the drain. “Thanks for letting me, you know, stay”.
Smiling warmly, your door was always open to Mac. Day or night. Rain or sunshine. Bidding you a goodnight, he hesitated, eventually he made the conscious decision to retire to bed.

As you got ready – brushing teeth, moisturizing face and slipping into black athleisure wear, you contemplated calling Jack. Yet, as you stared at his phone contact, your thumb couldn’t bring itself to press the small green button. On a small scale it felt wrong. You wanted Mac to be the one to tell you the full story, to hear the words come out of his mouth and not someone else’s.

Just as you were ready to fall asleep, you heard little noises – cups clinking together or feet shuffling. Inspecting the source, Mac’s silhouette shone on the wall. He’d respectfully dimmed the lights and was trying to maneuver around the kitchen like a quiet mouse. “What are you doing?”. Asking the blonde who glanced up, startled.

“I just wanted a glass of water”. Replying, taking a reasonable size mouthful. If you had to venture a guess Mac only spent a portion of the night asleep. “I know this must be weird, me showing up”.

“Well I wasn’t expecting my ex-boyfriend to come knocking on my door, that’s for sure”. Collapsing on the couch. Mac leaned back, his body stiff, like he was carrying a heavy load of secrets and pressure on his shoulders. “So, am I going to get that explanation?”.

He exhaled, you’d hit a sore spot. “My father is Overwatch. His been under my nose this entire time and didn’t bother to let me know, so I quit the Phoenix”.

The revelation he’d walked away from a job he absolutely loved, stunned you beyond comprehension. “But you’re going back, aren’t you?”. Shrugging his shoulders, he let that question linger. “Mac, you can’t ignore this. Your dad is still going to be Overwatch no matter how much time passes. You really going to tell me you’d be okay with never working there again?”.

“I don’t know, maybe”.

Taking Mac’s hand, he covered up his surprise by licking his lips. “We both know that job means the world to you”.

Briefly locking eyes, the moon created a midnight glow through the dark grey blinds. It bounced off any shiny surface, and as it hit the side of Mac’s face it beautifully outlined those sharp, defined features. Little did you know, he was also memorized by the way your face, mostly your eyes, captured the light. Whether it was the midnight glow or a different kind of energy, Mac closed the minor gap. “Is that why you called it quits six months ago, ‘cause you didn’t think I loved you as much as my job?”.

“I know you loved me. I just couldn’t compete with a job you couldn’t say no too”. He adverted his gaze. “Hey, it’s okay. I understood the commitment to the Phoenix outweighed any commitment to me”.

Mac slipped his hand out from your grasp, “That makes me sound like I was an awful boyfriend”. He stated in a monotone manner.

“You were anything but, Mac. You made me feel-”.

“Alive. I know, I felt it too”. Leaning against your forehead, he whispered. “I fucking miss it”.

“Me too”. You breathed, purposely making it less audible. A counter measure to  enure a retractable way out, just in case you decided to chicken out. In spite of that thought, the taste of Mac’s lips hindered any rational decisions. It wasn’t like you didn’t want this, you did. In fact, a little too much. So much so that you were willing to risk a minor heartbreak once Mac had no choice but to leave.

He moved the cushion up so you could rest your head. With great multi-tasking skills, Mac managed to effortlessly discarded the top and still leave you dazed by the soft kisses he pressed along your stomach. Lower and lower, things were beginning to get hazy. The removal of clothes took seconds. The art of love making was something Mac prided himself to take nice and slow. Giving your body the attention it deserved.

“I promise, they’ll come a time when it will be you over the Phoenix”. Breathlessly admitting in between each pleasure pulsing
thrusts.

Kissing along his neck, you held on, relishing in every part of Mac. “Don’t make that promise. Not now, not again. Not when you can’t keep it”. Laying you out on the couch, admiring the delicate state you were in, the finale thrust sent your body to it’s climax. Arching your back, loudly moaning his name. Feeling Mac twitch inside of you, he reached his peak, throwing his head back to ride out the high.

Adjusting your top’s strap, Mac wiggled into his sweatpants. “I want to be with you again”.

“Mac, you really need to stop making empty promises”. Rubbing the back of your neck to undo the knot. Closing your eyes, he held onto your waist, pulling you in tighter.

---

When you awoke from the lack of body heat, you instantly registered the couch had been acting as a bed, flashbacks to the reason why flickering through your mind. You were able to make out 3:15 from the somewhat light source emitting from the microwave. From there a slight neck turn and you found Mac, overlooking the murky scenery. His body language gave the impression he was content, free from any burdens. As you observed his peaceful stance, feeling lightweight was a luxury Mac rarely got to experience. And you wanted him to have this moment, hold onto it, even if it was going to slip through his fingers the minute the sun came up.

“If I quit the Phoenix six months ago would that of changed your mind about leaving?”. He questioned. There was a lot to unravel in his question before you got to the answer. Like how the circumstances for Mac leaving now didn’t align then. Leaning your arms on the couch, Mac made eye contact. “Come back with me?”.

“And do what, try again?”.
Your voice of reason materialized, urging you not to be foolish. One
night you could heal from. Another heartbreak, held grounds for months of self pity and despair. “I wish things could be different.
Mac, I want last night to be every night with you. But, it’s not
possible”.

Taking two strides to reach you,
a pleasant hit of his cologne filled the surrounding air.

“Why can’t it be?. Waking up to each other, coming home to you, why can’t we have that again?”.

Cupping his face, “You’re getting caught up in old feelings and what we just did. Mac, we already know how it’s going to end”.

“So what if I am?. My commitment to the Phoenix is over”.

“Now, but in a few months time it won’t be”.

Disheveling his messy blond locks, Mac’s voice broke. “I can’t have you and I can’t lose you again, what am I suppose to do?”.

“We make each other feel alive for the next few hours until the morning sun rises”. A temporary band-aid fix for a continuous bleeding wound. Was it fair for either of you. Hardly. Regardless, it was the only fix that would do at this time of night.

His kisses tasted like desire. His touches were filled with immense electric passion. His words you held onto for dear life.  Each “I love you”, “you’re beautiful” or “say my name”, made it that much harder to accept the inevitable sunrise. Closing your eyes, you let time slow and loved Mac like he was the only drop of water left in a deserted wasteland.

---

Legs draped over one another across the timber floorboard, the morning light brought warmth and along with it dread. Mac tickled your lower back, not willing to go through the agony of getting dressed. “I can’t do this, leave that is”. He eyed the dark oak door.

“I know”. Softly responding, kissing the tip of his fingers.

He shakily breathed out, taking time gathering his belongings. When he returned from the guest room he heard the water running from your bathroom ensuite. With bag in hand, Mac made the apprehensive walk towards the door.

The room was silent as you walked in, and it hit you that Mac was no longer here. However, sitting neatly folded on the couch was the blue plaid shirt he wore that night, on top a note.

Thank you for making me feel alive again – Mac.

A tear spilled smudging the ink. Wrapping his shirt around your shoulders, it smelled like a mix of you and him. Sitting on the couch, you ran a hand over the fabric, letting memories consume you.

Meanwhile, sitting outside in his Jeep sat Mac. Gripping the sterling wheel, also letting the memories consume him. The only way he could leave was to force himself to tear his eyes away from the house. Summoning the last ounce of courage coursing through his veins Mac drove away, back to a life without you.

For a moment, I was feeling like I had you. Didn’t wanna leave, I had to

teenwolf-theoriginals:

A New Start

Masterlist

Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Custody/Divorce battle with Mac

Side Note: I was watching Suits and the idea just came to me. Your lawyer in this will be Harvey from Suits (if you watch, you know who I’m talking about). Mac’s is going to be made up. Also I know I already used the name Ava, but I like it so I’m using it again.

It got ugly real fast – you expected nothing less. He was used to
winning and you weren’t going to back down. And while both of you were
busy firing shots at one another, neither even stopped to consider what
was best for her.

“Sole custody, that’s not what we discussed”. Mac’s eyes grew wide, wiping his sweaty palms across his suit pants.

Only
20 minutes in and it already felt like all the oxygen in the room was
getting sucked out. Quick and easy was what Mac’s lawyer, Ben, promised.
Harvey Specter, however, was a shark. And he wasn’t going to rest until
the best deal, for you, was on the table.

“We can discuss it now, that’s what a settlement is for”. You said.

“And what grounds do you have to request sole custody?”.
Ben asked, flicking through the paperwork, most likely to find a
counter rebuttal. Although, you were certain he wasn’t going to find
one.

Harvey straightened his tie, ready to attack. “On the grounds that your client is an unfit parent”.

“That’s-”.

“Bullshit, I have a list that says otherwise. And since I was in such a generous mood this morning I made you a copy”.

Mac
scanned the list, his jaw clenching the more he read. He was pissed and
disappointed at the line you just crossed. Using the time he was chasing
a lead to paint him as a bad parent, when Ava broke her arm staying
with him at The Phoenix. “Can we have the room?”. His warm blue eyes, the same
ones that greeted you earlier, were now cold as ice.

“I hurt you, I understand that. But I’m not going to let you take away our daughter. She needs her father”.

“She needs stability, Mac, and you can’t give her that”.

“Because of my job?”. He rubbed his temple,

trying to limit the headache that had been forming for the past two weeks. “I can be flexible, she’ll have plenty stability with me”.

Scoffing, another lie he had no problem believing. “Flexible?. Funny, not once did you manage flexibility in the three years we were married”.

“Are married, we’re not divorced yet. And this
is what you want. You’re the one who decided this was for the
best without even so much as considering what Ava needs, what I want”.

Hands together, you took a calming breath. Although, it had zero effect. Calm was the last emotion swirling around in this room.“That’s
nice, make me the villain of the story. Is that so when our daughter
asks why her mum and dad aren’t together anymore, you can just blame
me?”.

“Our daughter shouldn’t even have to ask why her parents aren’t together anymore”. Joining you by the window, he whispered. “It’s
a lot to ask, but I know we can work through this. And I’ll spend the rest of my life finding ways to make up for it, but don’t throw away three years of marriage”.

“You
think I want to throw away three years of marriage?. Because, I don’t.
And it’s killing me that I have to sit in this room and find a way to
live without you. But you kissed her, Mac. And then you came home that
night, lied straight to my face and then made love to me. Do you have
any idea how that makes me feel?”.

When you found out about Mac’s indiscretion, he expressed over and over how sorry he
was about letting Nikki get in his head again. He tried to justify the
kiss as a final goodbye. Like that made it any less of a betrayal.

“I
made an idiotic mistake, let my feelings overpower everything else. But
I don’t deserve to have my daughter taken away because of it”. He said.

“There are weekends and holidays, you’ll be able to see her”.

“It’s not the same”. Shouting, loosening the tie that had been choking his neck for the last half hour, throwing it carelessly across the table.

“You’re
right, it’s not. And if you had remembered your vows, your daughter,
your love for me then maybe one of them could of stopped you from
tearing us apart. So when our daughter asks why, you can tell her you
screwed up. Because I refuse to sit here and have you make me the bad
guy, when what you did lead us to this”. Grabbing your purse, the door slammed behind you. The settlement was over as far as you were concerned, everything else the lawyers could take care of. For you had nothing else left to say to Mac.

---

After
the disaster show this morning, you prayed things would run
smoothly for Ava’s dance recital. Upon taking your seat, a few other
mum’s whispered among themselves, discussing whether the rumors were
true. One even mentioned
Ava, how she was only five and had to witness her parents splitting, how
rough the whole process must be on her. They talked, rather gossiped,
like you weren’t there, like you couldn’t hear their comments.

The
teacher, Miss Evans, finally came on stage, rendering the gossip squad quiet. She greeted the crowd and explained how
hard each student had worked for their first big dance event. Getting
ready to capture every moment on film, Mac took the seat beside you. “You being here is going to give her the wrong idea”.

“I’m not here to argue with you. All I want to do is watch our daughter dance”.

You
couldn’t fault him for showing support. In truth, Mac was the best dad
you’d ever seen, much better then yours ever was. At least Mac was
making an effort. So you remained silent and focused on Ava, who smiled
and danced her little heart out on the stage – happiness glowing all
around her.

“Mum, did you see me?”. She run up, flustered from all the dancing.

“I did, baby, you were amazing”.

When she realized Mac was there, her arms flew around his neck. “You came”.

“Nothing would of stopped me from coming. I love you so much”.

You
turned away, heart heavy at the thought of how you accused Mac of being
an unfit parent. He was anything but. This moment and many others
proved that Ava was Mac’s world, she’d always come first.

“I’ve got your favourite chocolate cake at home. What do you say, would you like a big slice?”. He asked, making her day. She could never say no to cake.

“Please mum, can we?”.

Making
eye contact, this was important to him. You already ruined his
morning there was no way you could ruin an evening with his little
girl. “One slice, and no it doesn’t mean the whole cake”.

She giggled, grabbing your hand and Mac’s, proudly showing off who her parents were.

---

“Thank you for agreeing to this”.
He said, cleaning up the dirty plates. While you’d just came back from
checking in on Ava, who was completely fast asleep in the guest bedroom.

“Just because we’re getting a divorce doesn’t mean we can’t be civil, especially, in front of our daughter”. Taking
the half filled wine glass, the family photographs grouped together on
several shelves caught your eye – Ava’s birth, her first birthday, your
wedding.

“There’s no reason we can’t add more photos, more memories”. He said.

Taking a sip, “There’s a pretty big reason why we can’t. So please, don’t do that”.

“Do what, save our marriage?”.

“Making it seem like you kissing her isn’t a big deal”.

The
entire situation left a bitter taste in your mouth, it couldn’t be
quelled with alcohol or Mac’s many heartfelt apologies. It was like a
broken record, spinning and spinning on repeat. He moved in front, so
your only view was him. “I messed up and it kills me that I ruined our family. But please-you still love me, I know you do”.

“If this could be fixed by whether or not I still love you, then I wouldn’t have filed for divorce, but-”.

“But nothing. Our love for each other is still there”. Mac’s thumb softly caressed your cheek. “Think about our wedding night. Think about all the times we made love. Think about Ava”.

“I am thinking about her. Hand on his chest, you stared into his warm again blue eyes. “And that’s why I asked Harvey to rip up the sole custody papers. You’re not an unfit parent, Mac. And I’m sorry I accused you of being one”.

A
blur filled with endless emotions came as soon as he kissed you.
Without breaking the rhythm, your back met his bed sheets, Mac hovering
above. Your brain was firing all sorts of questions – would you regret
this in the morning?. How will you explain this to Ava or what does
this mean for you and Mac?. And as your logic side ticked off each
question, your desires took the drivers seat. Biting your lip, he gripped your hands above. He matched speed with
pleasure until you called out his name.

---

A few weeks later

You
and Mac didn’t speak of what happened. It was better that way, or so
you wanted to believe. Packing away the last of the groceries, an
overpowering smell coming from the bag sent you bolting straight to
the bathroom. Emptying out this morning’s breakfast, realization hit. No, it couldn’t be.
Could it?.

Rummaging
through the bathroom drawers, you ripped open the test, peed on the
stick and waited for the longest two minutes of your life to go by. With
shaky hands you turned over the test, two pink lines confirmed what
apart of you already knew – pregnant. Letting the news sink in, you
smiled. Despite how complicated this just made the situation, you were
given Ava a sibling, you were given Mac another child. Was that enough
to repair the marriage?.

The drive to Mac’s consisted of having a mental conversation with yourself on how to break the news to him – gently was the aim.

“Hey, you’re early. Ava is out with Jack and Bozer”. He said, welcoming you inside.

“I’m not here to pick her up just yet. I need to talk to you”. Mac noticed your tense shoulders. Frowning, he waited for you to elaborate. “Maybe you should sit down”.

“I’m fine standing, what did you want to talk about?”.

Breathe. Just breathe.

“I’m pregnant”. Blurting out.

He stepped forward, holding himself back when he realized he couldn’t kiss you. Instead, he pulled you into his embrace. “I know you don’t believe in signs or faith, but you must admit that this”, placing a hand on your stomach, “is a pretty big sign that were still meant to be together. This baby is our chance for a clean state, a new start”. It all sounded perfect in theory, but in reality it wasn’t that simple. Glancing at the floor, Mac lifted your chin. “Come back home. Let’s
start over, the four of us”.

Covering your hand over his. A baby,
one that you and Mac made out of love, even you couldn’t erase that
fact, was growing inside you. Exhaling, “We go slow, I have to learn how to trust you again”.

“That’s fair”. He said, kneeling down. “Did you hear that little man, everything’s going to be okay”.

“You know it could be another girl”.

He smiled, and you shot him a small one in return. “Something
tells me this time around were having a boy. I know you said to take things slow, but I need to say it and you to need to hear it”.

“Mac, I already know”.

“Please, just let me do this”. Slowly tracing the outline of your lips. “I love you so much. And you don’t have to say it back now, but I just want you to know I’ll never stop, no matter what”.

Listening
to your heart, you pulled him down for a long kiss, neither breaking
apart until the need for air became too hard to ignore. The brief pause,
however, didn’t last long. Mac carried you to the bedroom, knowing that
the craving for each other’s touch needed to go beyond just a kiss.

This was going to be a new marriage. A new baby. And a brand new life.

This was a new chapter for you and Mac.