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ELENA RODRIGUEZ MACKENZIE
ALPHONSO MACKENZIE
ALONSO JOHN MACKENZIE RODRIGUEZ
JOHN MACKENZIE
LILLIA MACKENZIE
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YoYo rolls her hips joyously, pogoing on Mack's deeply embedded organ; the faster Mack thrusts the longer and deeper his strokes
become the more animated her core...suddenly, she pushes herself perpendicular (neither of them misses a beat during the transition):
her hands move to cover his which squeeze them to her tits...she wails "¡ MACK-ay Dios me has dado un bebe ! when they
explode together...they both sense it...that they've made a baby...
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Elena Rodriguez reflects on her nine months of pregnancy, the delivery (she has never, EVER felt that level of discomfort. Losing
her arms, and gunshot wounds, NONE can compare to the unique discomfort of birthing a child). And POOR POOR MACK! He'd been
nothing but supportive and helpful, and his encouragement for her to 'BREATH, remember your breathing' during the delivery was met
was met with her shouting ¡VETE A LA VERGA, HIJO DE TU RE-PINCHE MADRE! (OUCH!)
And all enormously worthwhile. Their baby is healthy, and hitting all of his initial marks. She'll be discharged in another day, and
already she's agitating for another child. As soon as Flint is a few months old, she plans to approach Mack about the possibility. Podsibly
in six months posiblemente en SEIS MESES ...
Flint: he's a newborn. All he knows is Mami, milk, and sleeping 18 hours + per day. He doesn't possibly know how much she loves him-
HE SENSES IT, but he doesn't really KNOW...Mack knows that she's risked her life to save his multiple times; and yet how could he truly know
the breath and the depth of her love; she herself, until the instant(s) that she put herself in the line of fire, didn't know until she actually
MOVED-they have a child now, though, and though that fact hasn't dulled her dedication to the Director, some of that protective instinct has
naturally shifted to Flint.
Her desire to 'be with Alphonso MacKenzie FOREVER, to have children with him' has born partial fruit. For that, she is eternally thankful.
There is a disturbance outside of her private birthing room-the door opens, and in come Mack's Parents, and his Brother and Sister-in-Law
Law. They crowd around the bed, asking a dozen questions about her, and the baby. The neonatal Nurse leaves to fetch Flint, and YoYo
settles back against her pillows, basking in the glow of her new family's love.
When Mack's parents return to the room Elena gratefully accepts the passionfruit lemonade Lilla MacKenzie hands to her. "M-Mom," she
stammers "I apologize for earlier; I didn't mean"-
"PLEASE, Elena. I don't even know what you said-though I can imagine based on the vehemence you said it with!" she chuckles. "All I know
and care about is that you have delivered us a beautiful grandson; I have been in your STIRRUPS before and if you ask Mr. MacKenzie I can
predict that he'd verify I screamed as loudly with similarly colourful language."