A/N: This is my first CSI: NY fic yet so I'll apologize now if the characters seem a bit OOC. I also just started watching the show again, re-runs mostly since I refuse to watch the new ones without Melina Kanakaredes. First you cut off Paget and AJ then you go after Melina. DARN YOU, CBS. Anyway, constructive criticism is welcomed!

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY nor any of its characters. If I did, people wouldn't hate CBS so much. (-_-')

She had been totally unexpected.

There was no other way he could describe it. He had never thought of himself as a parental figure before, never thought he would be a father at all. He was getting too old, he told himself over and over again when he saw the happy couples pushing strollers or holding toddlers' hands as they walked down the crowded New York streets. He had always tried to tell himself that he didn't need children. His job was his baby and it would remain his main priority. So he put his all into his work and he got the job done. But at the end of the day, when he knew that he had to go home, he couldn't help but feel a small ache in his chest at the thought of his empty apartment. What he wouldn't have done to have a family to go home to. A wife to talk and complain to, the pitter-patter of small feet racing over the hardwood floors, even the fighting of young children over small matters.

He didn't have any of it, so alone he would be.

That is, until the beautiful woman had come into his life. He had known her long before she ever became his lover. He had known deep down inside that she would forever be ingrained into his life, his future. So it began. It was never casual between them; they knew what they were getting into and they quickly admitted that they were in it for the long haul. He knew he would spend the rest of his life with her and vise versa. He adored her so he knew that she would always be more than enough.

His life finally fell into place and he couldn't think of a life better than the one he had. At least until several months ago when she had uttered the shocking words, "I'm pregnant."

He hadn't known how to respond at first, and he knew he had scared her. He knew that she had thought he didn't want the child growing within her. He quickly snapped out of his bewildered trance and had pulled her into his arms, lifting her right off the floor and kissing her. He had always thought about what it would be like to have a baby, half of him and half of her, but he had brushed off the curiosity. He hadn't known if he wanted to divide his attention from his career or if he even could. But at the moment that she had told him that their child would make its appearance in only a few months, his mind had made itself up. Of course he could.

It wasn't an easy pregnancy. They were both older than the average parents, and they had a high-stress job. Complications had presented themselves from the beginning, but they both fought through their obstacles. And as Mac Taylor held his newborn baby girl, he couldn't help but think that it had all been worth it. Every negative thing that had tried to hold him back vanished as he looked down at the dark, curly hair and the tiny, sleeping face. She was beautiful and he already couldn't imagine his life without her.

He lifted his blue eyes towards the exhausted woman in the hospital bed and carefully leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead. Stella Bonasera gave a tiny but delighted smile in return as he took his seat on the edge of her bed. Stella reached over and ran the back of her fingers against their daughter's tiny cheek before placing her hand on Mac's arm. He looked away from his lover and smiled back down at the precious bundle in his arms.

"Welcome to the world, Alethea Celeste Taylor."