Anything
Mac is a week past her due date and she vows that she will try anything to get this baby to emerge from her womb. They tried the salad at that café in Georgetown that Harm heard years ago was supposed to induce labor. They have engaged in some vigorous romantic trysts, sometimes multiple times a day; not that either one was complaining. They have walked probably every square in Rock Creek Park, figuring that exercise might help jostle this little one into her proper position. This baby just doesn't seem to want to leave its Olympic sized heated swimming pool and join the land of the living!
She wouldn't have necessarily minded as much if Admiral Morris had let her continue working, but he put her on forced maternity leave on her due date. She was used to being in action, just lying around the house all day wasn't her speed. She was going stir crazy! When Harm was home, he was trying to smother her with his hovering and that just made it worse.
Her internal clock registers that it is nearing lunch time, so she buzzes his office, "Any chance I could convince you to take me out for lunch? Not that it has worked the last two times, but I'm game to go for the curry salad again."
Harm sighs, "I would love to, Mac, but I just can't get away right now. And you should be resting."
Harm has to pull the phone away from his ear as Mac responds in her drill sergeant voice, "I am nine months pregnant, not an invalid! I do not need to be pampered all the time!"
Harm, knowing how much his wife hates being idle, suggests, "Mac, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be insensitive to your feelings, I'm just a little over-protective of my girls. Give me about an hour and I will try to sneak away to take you to lunch."
Mac grumbles, "I'm sorry too, Sailor. I'll see you soon."
They reach the café, and Harm is still playing the doting husband and father to be. He placed his hand over Mac's, "Sarah, you know we can't rush these things. Babies come when they are ready, and nothing that we try to do is going to convince our little girl to come sooner than she wants to."
Mac turns her hand over and gives his much larger hand a squeeze, "I know. I just wish she had her mother's timing instead of her father's. I am just so frustrated right now, and tired of not being able to do a damn thing! At this point, I'm willing to try anything to get this baby to come out."
He raises his brow, a perfect idea forming in his head, as he inquires, "Anything?"
She eyes him warily, wondering where he is going with this "Yes..."
Harm gives her a sly grin, "I have just the thing, I'll make something special for dinner tonight and we will see if that helps."
Harm drops her off at home and returns to JAG to finish his work for the day. When he arrives home, she is sound asleep on the couch, her hand resting on her protruded belly. He steps over and kisses her forehead, but she doesn't even stir. He heads into the kitchen to get started on the dinner he promised her.
The delectable aroma coming from their kitchen rouses Mac from her early evening nap. She pushes herself up off the couch and waddles into the kitchen to see what Harm is cooking up.
Before she can reach him, he takes two long strides, and wraps one arm around her waist and pulls a chair out for her with the other. "Take a seat honey, I'll have dinner on the table in just a minute."
Her stomach growls audibly as she feels a rather sharp kick just below her ribs, "You'd better make it faster than a minute, your daughter claims that she is hungry, NOW!"
Harm laughs, "I guess we know who's stomach she has." Harm works quickly to get his dish on the table, and places a serving on Mac's plate.
Mac looks down at the dish suspiciously, "You are kidding me, right? This is your meatless meatloaf!"
Harm grins, "Hey, you said you were willing to try anything."
Mac makes a gagging sound, and remarks, "I told you this stuff was like toxic waste!" Before he has a chance to respond, Mac feels a whoosh between her legs and starts laughing.
Harm looks over at her, "What's so funny?"
Mac gasps between giggles, "I guess our daughter has my brains too, my water just broke."