Happy Birthday, MacKenzie

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Her birthday sort of sneaks up on her and it's only when she's in the Compound reading up on prenatal care that she realizes she's 36 now and not 35 anymore. It's a weird feeling, not having any acknowledgement of the day other than a slow realization and MacKenzie has always been fond of her special day.

She knows that on the island, the only people who'd know today was her birthday are Jackson and Jim and while she hasn't received any presents or acknowledgment from them yet, she assumes it's coming. Jim's always been a thoughtful man and Jackson's in love with her; if anyone would celebrate her birthday, it'd be them.

When she hears someone come in to the room she puts her book back on the shelf and grins. Of course. No time like the present.

"Hi."

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"It's a good angle for you, darlin'," he says, starting to fuck her slowly, knowing that one finger's never going to be enough. "Head down, ass in the air."

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"Right where you want me, yes?" Mac doesn't know how she feels about this, exactly, but she's a hell of a lot more confident with Jackson than she's been in ages. Even these past few months have been rapid change for her.