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[ooc: This is a crack!fic, where Mac plays dad and sure it's not canon but it's cute and I am thoroughly convienced that he needs to put his dad skills to use before he explodes. Hence this fic.]
“What? Are you kidding?! Nick is soooo totally the cutest one.” The dark haired girl squealed at her friends as they lent over a glossy magazine. Megan, her name was Megan, Mac reminded himself. There were four of them, Megan, Kristen, Lauren and - what was the fourth one again? The fourth one came and tugged on his hand and he looked down at his youngest, “Dad you aren’t paying attention!” She gave him the same exasperated look that her mother did and he found himself smiling.
“What was the question again?” He inquired as the magazine was shoved at him. “Which one is the cutest?” Lilly demanded pointing to the group of three young men with dark curly hair. To his knowledge, Mac Taylor had never seen any of these boys before. Still he humored his daughter, looking at the picture as if he was really trying to pick the cutest one. “Julio Cruiz,” he finally chose and rose rolled her eyes.
“Dadddddddd! There is no Julio!” Rolling her eyes she still managed to giggle at her old man because he was so funny.
“C’mon, Mr. Taylor which one!” It was Lauren this time, and he looked up to see all the girls peering at him. This was worse then an interrogation.
“That’s, Nick,” Megan pointed out. “And Joe!” that was Kristen’s favorite, “anddddd Kevin,” Lilly sighed dreamily. “Isn’t he hawt?”
“He’s too old for you, don’t even think about it.” Mac told her without a second of hesitation. That cued all the girls to groan and for Lilly to roll her eyes. He wondered when she learned how to do that and how it suddenly became the only way she could look at him. One day he was going to say something so dad like that she’d roll them so hard that they would fall out of her head. He was sure of it.
“I think Jonah is the cutest.” Mac finally declared looking up from the magazine and handing it back to one of the girls. He was scanning the sidewalk, watching all the groups of parents and children gather around the front of the movie theater waiting to go in to see the Jonas Brothers in 3-D, because apparently 2-D just wasn’t enough. He was just excited for the 3-D glasses.
The girls had decided to leave him alone after his last comment left them in giggles and fed up sighs, as if he was the child and not the other way around. It was his day off, his only day off and he found himself alone with Lilly with nothing to do surprisingly. It was a moment of stillness that neither of them could stand and so he broke down and asked if she wanted to go. She had been talking about the movie non-stop for weeks, the dinners he did make home were spent listening to her go on and on about - Kevin, yes, Kevin was the one she liked. Mac declared more then once that if she continued to talk about him in such a manner he’d go out and break his legs, just on principle.
She told him that wasn’t funny, and he replied that it wasn’t meant to be. Despite his threats he found himself in front of the theater on a Saturday afternoon with three of her friends because they couldn’t spend the afternoon just the two of them. Apparently that would break some sort of tween code. So there they were, the girls chatting, while Mac watched girls get dropped off to see the movie, alone, and he found himself frowning and watching Lilly a bit more closely. Time with her was precious due to the requirements of his job so every minute they could spend together was precious; even if she was rolling her eyes and even if he had to watch teenagers who made more money then he could ever, prance around on stage.
He pulled her close all of a sudden, giving his daughter a one armed hug before she squealed and wiggled away. That was another part of the code, no real words, and no touching. “Dadddd stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Lilly huffed and fixed her hair as the crowd started to move forward. He kept his eyes on each girl, and his hand in Lilly’s despite her trying to pull away. When they were safely inside the younger Taylor pulled away and shot a glance up at him.
“Wouldn’t you rather go out and do cop stuff?” She asked in hopes that he would leave them alone. “Not even a little bit,” he told her with a smile. Before she could protest he held up his hands, “now I’ll buy you all popcorn if you promise to keep the squeals to a minimum I will buy you all popcorn.” Logical, rationalize with them, perhaps save him a headache. It was not to be; they squealed and then demanded candy instead. He could feel his wallet already getting lighter as he walked toward the concession stand.
“What? Are you kidding?! Nick is soooo totally the cutest one.” The dark haired girl squealed at her friends as they lent over a glossy magazine. Megan, her name was Megan, Mac reminded himself. There were four of them, Megan, Kristen, Lauren and - what was the fourth one again? The fourth one came and tugged on his hand and he looked down at his youngest, “Dad you aren’t paying attention!” She gave him the same exasperated look that her mother did and he found himself smiling.
“What was the question again?” He inquired as the magazine was shoved at him. “Which one is the cutest?” Lilly demanded pointing to the group of three young men with dark curly hair. To his knowledge, Mac Taylor had never seen any of these boys before. Still he humored his daughter, looking at the picture as if he was really trying to pick the cutest one. “Julio Cruiz,” he finally chose and rose rolled her eyes.
“Dadddddddd! There is no Julio!” Rolling her eyes she still managed to giggle at her old man because he was so funny.
“C’mon, Mr. Taylor which one!” It was Lauren this time, and he looked up to see all the girls peering at him. This was worse then an interrogation.
“That’s, Nick,” Megan pointed out. “And Joe!” that was Kristen’s favorite, “anddddd Kevin,” Lilly sighed dreamily. “Isn’t he hawt?”
“He’s too old for you, don’t even think about it.” Mac told her without a second of hesitation. That cued all the girls to groan and for Lilly to roll her eyes. He wondered when she learned how to do that and how it suddenly became the only way she could look at him. One day he was going to say something so dad like that she’d roll them so hard that they would fall out of her head. He was sure of it.
“I think Jonah is the cutest.” Mac finally declared looking up from the magazine and handing it back to one of the girls. He was scanning the sidewalk, watching all the groups of parents and children gather around the front of the movie theater waiting to go in to see the Jonas Brothers in 3-D, because apparently 2-D just wasn’t enough. He was just excited for the 3-D glasses.
The girls had decided to leave him alone after his last comment left them in giggles and fed up sighs, as if he was the child and not the other way around. It was his day off, his only day off and he found himself alone with Lilly with nothing to do surprisingly. It was a moment of stillness that neither of them could stand and so he broke down and asked if she wanted to go. She had been talking about the movie non-stop for weeks, the dinners he did make home were spent listening to her go on and on about - Kevin, yes, Kevin was the one she liked. Mac declared more then once that if she continued to talk about him in such a manner he’d go out and break his legs, just on principle.
She told him that wasn’t funny, and he replied that it wasn’t meant to be. Despite his threats he found himself in front of the theater on a Saturday afternoon with three of her friends because they couldn’t spend the afternoon just the two of them. Apparently that would break some sort of tween code. So there they were, the girls chatting, while Mac watched girls get dropped off to see the movie, alone, and he found himself frowning and watching Lilly a bit more closely. Time with her was precious due to the requirements of his job so every minute they could spend together was precious; even if she was rolling her eyes and even if he had to watch teenagers who made more money then he could ever, prance around on stage.
He pulled her close all of a sudden, giving his daughter a one armed hug before she squealed and wiggled away. That was another part of the code, no real words, and no touching. “Dadddd stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Lilly huffed and fixed her hair as the crowd started to move forward. He kept his eyes on each girl, and his hand in Lilly’s despite her trying to pull away. When they were safely inside the younger Taylor pulled away and shot a glance up at him.
“Wouldn’t you rather go out and do cop stuff?” She asked in hopes that he would leave them alone. “Not even a little bit,” he told her with a smile. Before she could protest he held up his hands, “now I’ll buy you all popcorn if you promise to keep the squeals to a minimum I will buy you all popcorn.” Logical, rationalize with them, perhaps save him a headache. It was not to be; they squealed and then demanded candy instead. He could feel his wallet already getting lighter as he walked toward the concession stand.