(Well my friends, the In Plain Sight Final Season Premiere rapidly approaches, and as much as I can't wait, I'm still upset there will only be eight episodes to conclude my favorite show Anyway, Please enjoy this chapter! Comments are always welcome! Hope y'all like what I have in store for you ;) )

Two weeks later…

Mary paid close attention to the way Marshall was with Xander, the way he held him, the way he soothed him when he fussed. Mary had even seen small changes in herself, including the fact that "poop" and "fussy" were now a part of her normal vocabulary. She settled into bed, lifting her shirt to look at the scar that still remained from the C-Section and feeling as if maybe it had been worth the weeks of pain just to be here right now, watching Marshall laying down their son for a nap, and listening to the peaceful silence that followed. He smiled at her,

"I think I'm getting used to this whole "Dad" thing." He said unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way over to the other side of the bed. "How about you 'mom'?" he joked.

"Yuck Marshall, didn't I specifically tell you never refer to me in that way? I'm still trying to think of cool nicknames for my own son to call me rather than 'mom' and you go and throw it around in conversation- as you're getting into bed no less, now you get nothing from me tonight." She rolled over onto her side, playfully away from him.

Marshall snickered; this was practically foreplay for Mary,

"That's fine." He squeaked, peeling off his jeans and sliding under the covers without another word. He waited as his all but caring tone ate away at her and smiled in triumph as she rolled over to face him again.

"Can't you let me have any fun anymore?" she asked, acting inconvenienced.

"It all depends on what kind of fun you're referring to Mare." He grinned, kissing her on her mouth, feeling her soft lips part. For the first time, without blowing a staple, she felt what it was like on top of Marshal Marshall Mann, and it was everything she dreamt it would have been.

She sighed, watching Marshall breathe in and out, his steady sounds filling the quiet space around her, soothing her until her head hit the pillow. Mary felt a sort of lightness in her chest, something she had never felt before, was she happy? Yeah. That was it. She was happy. Actual happiness filled the empty space in her heart, she had a baby, and she had Marshall. This was it, this is what she had needed all along, happiness and she had found it…. Mary Shannon closed her eyes, Marshall in her arms, and her son just feet away. Yeah, she was happy…

Mary tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't seem to. Again, and again, but still she couldn't open them.

"Mary?" A familiar voice called out from a distance.

"Mhmm." She did her best to answer, but that's all she could manage.

"Mary? Can you see me?" Mary tried to blink, nothing, and again, something… It was bright… She felt a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and dryness in her throat. She blinked a few more times. Where in the holy hell was she?

"Marshall?" she rasped.

"No Mary, its Mark." The familiar voice corrected with a taken aback tone like a child who just got his toy taken away from him filling Mary's ears, suddenly she felt annoyed.

Her eyes opened wider, Mary found herself staring at her feet resting on a few pillows.

"Mark. GAH! What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. Looking around her heart began to pound, suddenly she felt dazed, why couldn't she piece this together? She looked to her right and found Jinx staring back at her, her eyes wide in a bewildered expression,

"Is that any way to talk to a man who has not moved from this very spot for three days, waiting for you to come out of your coma?" She asked, no anger in her voice, but Mary was most definitely being scolded.

"I don't know what in the hell is going on, but where's Xander? Where's my- she looked down, and slowly peeled off the blankets to reveal the all too familiar swollen abdomen she hadn't missed- what the hell?"

"Mary, you're scaring me." Jinx stood up, her arms crossed.

"Where's Marshall? I need Marshall!" she cried, her eyes filling with tears she hadn't meant to let out.

"I'll go get him." Jinx said, prancing out of the room, looking back at Mary a few times on the way out.

"Mary? What's wrong, why do you need Marshall?"

"Because- Because I do, I just do okay!"

"Calm down! Don't be upset-

"PLEASE MARK! FIND MARSHALL!"

"Okay, okay.. I will." He got up slowly, his clothes clearly matted enough to prove he had stayed for three days.

Mary put her hands onto her face, tugging on the I.V a little. What happened? What happened? She thought about it, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and Mary of all people did not like to be confused.

The door burst open,

"Mary?" Marshall asked, his eyes going directly to her stomach, but back up to greet her gaze.

"Marshall, I- she looked down at her left hand, her ring less, bare left hand- and Abigail appeared from behind him.

"What Mary?" Marshall urged, grabbing Abigail's hand, his forehead wrinkled with worry and a look of confusion that almost matched hers…

(I don't know… do you like it? I'm so unsure of this chapter… Continue? Scrap it? The End? Please comment…)