(Thank you for those who read and commented :D Means a lot, I really do enjoy writing this fic. Here's chapter 2 Unfortunately, as the new season approaches, I'm becoming sad, its upsetting that U.S.A is getting rid of such a great show and only giving eight measly episodes to wrap up and tie all of these loose strings together, I suppose that's why there's fanfiction .)
Mary's eyes shot open.
"Jesus Christ." She muttered under her breath as she positioned herself differently for the millionth time. She lifted her head off of Marshall's chest to take a look at her sleeping partner. The fact that they hadn't told him to scram was surprising to her, but for all she knew no one had come in since she had been given those magical "halt life's greatest miracle drugs"… She repositioned one more time, but to her disappointment the urgent need to pee didn't go away. As much as she didn't want to she had to wake Marshall up.
"Psst, Marshall?" He didn't budge, only a quiet groan escaped his throat.
"Marshall?" She whined, wiggling in the bed like a little kid, "Wake uppppp!" she grabbed his shoulder as tight as she could from the angle she was at, but still he only stirred the tiniest bit and then tightened the hold he had around her, causing her face to be pressed uncomfortably to his bony chest,
"YO MARSHALL THE KID IS OUT!"
He immediately unwrapped his arms around her and flung himself out of the bed,
"What? I slept through it!" sleep in his eyes and disbelief ringing in his tone. His eyes darted around the room.
Mary, as she was so famous for doing, raised her eyebrow, snorting she said,
"Jeez doofus, you're too easy."
"That's not funny Mare, you nearly gave me a God Damn heart attack!"
"Consider yourself lucky" She sat up, pulled the blankets off of her bottom half and grabbed the back of her gown as not to expose herself- "This kid keeps kicking or punching or jabbing, whatever the hell it's doing right onto my bladder, my kidney, and smacking at my pelvic bone; Whatever this little parasite is doing- Don't let Hollywood fool you but it's not those cute little 'oh my God their kicking' tear jerking moments its constantly and repetitively right in my bladder over and over again, time after time! Even in the womb this kid is obviously a Shannon because it find ways to cause me heartache and frustration every chance it gets! Am I selfish Marshall? Is it selfish that I can't stand the fact that every moment of every day I have this constant feeling that my bladder is about to burst? Am I such a horrible person because I don't like the fact that my feet barely fit into my favorite pair of shoes? Or the only thing I want to eat is something greasy? It is so absolutely ridiculous of me that I no longer want to go to bed with heartburn and wake up equally as nauseous? Why does everyone look at me like I'm such a bad person because I don't want to be pregnant?" she sighed, "Anyway, if I had waited any longer to wake you up, chances are I would have kept putting it off until we were both laying in a puddle of my urine so- I did you a favor" She hopped up from the bed and waddled toward the bathroom, untangling herself from the tubes of the I.V as she went, unaware that she had let go of her gown. Marshall blushed at the view of his partners back side in its entirety.
"Ummm, Mare?" Marshall shuddered, but the door slammed just in time for her to not hear what he had started to say, maybe it was for the better; this way he wouldn't embarrass his partner or himself.
Marshall took the opportunity to pull out his cellphone, he dialed a number quickly and placed the phone to his ear,
"Yeah Stan? I know- No I'm still with her, No, no baby yet- No I'm sure Mary wouldn't be mad if you brought her flowers, it doesn't matter what color- But any way, can you do me a favor? Can you stop by Mary's house when you drop of the floral arrangement and grab some pajamas for her? I don't know Stan, maybe some sweat pants and a T-shirt, No, it doesn't matter if it matches- or what color it is… I suppose bringing it in a plastic bag wouldn't harm, STAN! I got to go, I have to- I'm hanging up, Bye Stan!" Marshall sighed in frustration and threw his phone onto his jacket.
"Hey Mare, you okay in there?"
"Doofus?"
The tone of her voice was either scared or embarrassed, but Marshall couldn't tell, those two emotions usually never seemed to phase Mary Shannon, but as most of them had figured out, this pregnancy was uncharted territory and anything was possible with Mary.
"Ummm, Am I allowed to pee?"
"What?" Marshall pressed his ear to the bathroom door, wondering if he had heard her wrong, but he came to find out he hadn't
"Am I allowed to pee?" she questioned again.
"Yeah, of course you are, the baby's not just gonna fall out Mary, it's a difficult and painful process, and you couldn't possibly be dilated anymore.." he was sure he was right, but was so taken aback by the question, she had him second guessing himself, this was something Mary was really good at doing.
"Marshall, I swear to God if I end up on that health channel with those damn dumbass women giving birth to their kid on the crapper, I'll kill you."
"Mary just go, I think you'll be able to stop yourself if you feel a human being expelling from your loins, also what would that promo be like, 'I'm Pregnant And… A U.S Marshal.'"
Of course, as he chuckled to himself proudly for the joke he cracked Mary saw right through it, for a chance to take a stab at his vocabulary,
"Ugh, you're the only person I know who would use the term 'loins' in everyday conversation when not referring to prepackaged meats in the grocery store."
It was clear to him, that by now, most of the crazy side effects had worn off and Mary was herself once more. She emerged from the restroom, a look of discomfort etched across her visage, Marshall started toward her, but she quickly held her arm out to keep him away as he grazed the small of her back,
"Do not try and help me into this bed, I am not broken, I am not feeling extra sensitive or hormonal today, I am in premature labor, I don't have a terminal illness!"
"Okay, just calm down, let's take a deep breath together and re-
"DON"T YOU DARE TELL ME TO RELAX MARSHALL MANN!"
"But-
"No! When you grow a vagina or are one day forced to push a small watermelon from your junk because of a mistake you made nine months prior, then and only then will you be allowed to tell me to relax!"
"Mary, maybe this is a good thing, have you ever thought maybe this is your destiny?"
"Please don't go spewing about destiny right now, you know how I can't stand it, you know how I don't believe it. Forgive me if you don't feel the same, but I don't think having a baby with a man I mistakenly married and then even more mistakenly had a fling with eight months ago is my destiny, I am living proof that all of that is bullshit." He was surprised when he looked up at her to see the tears again,
"Maybe your destiny, isn't having your baby with the father, but with someone else, who cares for you more than anybody else in this world, maybe you're supposed to be with a guy who can make you re think the whole 'not wanting a family' bit- he inched toward her, "maybe you need someone to tell you every day that they love you, and mean it more than anyone else you've been with, Mary, have you ever thought maybe the person you're supposed to spend the rest of your life is right here?"
"I-
He leaned in closer, until he could feel her breath on his face and then pressed his lips to hers and felt the feeling of her soft lips, a feeling he had been waiting to feel for years. He wasn't going for romance, everyone who knows Mary, knew she hated romance, and he wasn't trying for messy, it just happened that way…
(What do you think? Is it all right? I want to write more, believe me; no matter what you say there will be more, but did I at least hit the essence of Mary and Marshall?)
