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…Till Death Does Us Part Chapter III – Part 6/24

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

Saturday August 14

Harm and Mac's House

McLean, Virginia

5:31

Mac took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to the room. She took a step into the room and Harm reached next to her and turned on the lights. Her eyes quickly took in the baby decorations, furniture, and everything in the room. It was perfect and she was speechless.

Harm's heart was pounding like he had just finished running a marathon. He reached down and grasped both of Mac's hands in his and gave them a quick squeeze. Mac squeezed back and she found her voice. "Harm, it's… it's perfect."

Mac could hardly believe the room in front of her. The walls were painted an off white color from floor to ceiling, with a wallpaper boarder going around the room with the characters from The Land Before Time on it. The carpet was still the same cream color, but Harm had laid some throw rugs around the furniture. They were green and gave the illusion of the furnishing being tiny islands in the room. The trim around the room was done in a light green that matched the colors in the wallpaper boarder.

"All of the furniture is oak, but stained to this nice light maple color," Harm explained as he led Mac towards the crib. "The crib is convertible, so as the baby grows so does the bed."

Mac's fingers touched the blanket in the crib. "These colors are wonderful."

"I choose the light green and yellow, since we don't know if it's a boy or girl. Do you like them?"

Mac chuckled. "I love them. Besides they are stripped so it can go with a boy or a girl." She then moved the mobile above the bed. "Planes."

"I had to put my influence in here. I've got dinosaur all over the place, at least I can have a few planes," Harm stated.

"I'm counting six on the mobile." Mac told him.

Harm glanced at the ceiling. "Look up."

Mac looked up at the ceiling and again Harm surprised her. He had painted the ceiling to look like the sky and of course there were several different planes in the sky above them. A yellow Sterman, a Tomcat, a helicopter, and a few other planes were painted on the ceiling; like they were flying in the sky. "A Tomcat?"

"You hate it."

"No, it's perfect. I think you did a very good job of mixing both of us in this room," Mac told him as Harm smiled back to her.

Harm pointed to the window where underneath it sat a toy box. "I took the liberty of putting some toys in the box already. I'm sure Little AJ would be more than happy to help us move the gifts downstairs up here."

"He might want to play in here." Mac laughed as she walked over to the changing table where a mirror sat hanging on the wall.

"The changing table part comes off and the kid has an instant dresser." Harm pulled open the top drawer. "I've already stocked it with diapers, diaper cloths, lotion, and baby powder."

"I thought it smelled good in here." Mac smiled as she moved over to the dresser on the opposite wall. Atop the dresser were pictures of the baby's family. There was one of Harm's father and mother next to one of Frank and Trish. There was even a photo of Uncle Matt standing next to a very young Mac. Harm had even placed the photo of him and Mac taken in Afghanistan.

"There are some simple baby clothes in the top drawer," Harm told Mac as she opened a drawer and pulled out a tiny pink dress. "I couldn't resist myself."

"Are you hoping for a girl?" Mac asked placing the dress back in the drawer.

Harm shrugged. "How about healthy and happy?"

"Works for me." Mac moved in front of the closet, she slowly opened the door and sighed. "Shelves and a hanger rack."

"They are at kid level, so when the baby is older it can hang up its clothes," Harm informed Mac.

Mac turned around and looked at him. "Okay, I've got to know. Where did you learn all this?"

"I've been reading some baby books and I asked questions when I was shopping," Harm admitted.

Mac chuckled as she looked at the two bookcases that flanked the toy chest. "Fully stocked bookcases, I see."

"Only the best for our baby." Harm smiled back knowing that Thomas the Tank Engine, Mother Goose and Fairy Tales, and Dr. Seuss filled the shelves of the bookcases. He smiled when Mac picked up the stuffed animal of Cere.

"Harm this is perfect in so many ways. Thank you for doing this," Mac gently told him as she stepped closer to him.

Harm felt himself filling with pride. "Well, there is one more thing."

"What?" Mac asked.

Harm walked out of the room and left an overwhelmed Mac. A minute later he reentered the room with a sheet over something. He set is down in the corner of the room next to an overhead light.

"This is from my grandmother," Harm told Mac as he lifted the sheet off.

Mac's breath caught in her throat. She slowly walked over to the new item and ran her hand across it. "It's… it's beautiful."

The smile on Harm's face grew. "My Grandfather built this rocking chair for Grandma when they were engaged and gave it to her as a wedding gift. She used to sing my dad to sleep in it. Then when Dad and Mom brought me to the farm as an infant she sang me to sleep in it. It's now our turn to sing our child to sleep in it."

Mac slowly turned to face Harm as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't speak, but she set Cere into the chair and quickly wrapped her arms around Harm. He held onto her and realized that everything could work out for them.

After a few quiet moments Mac let up her hold on Harm and moved her hands down his arms. She looked around the room and took in the wonderful atmosphere that their child would be growing up in and one question ran through her mind. "When did you have the time to do all this?"

"While you were packing, going shopping with Mom, and when I locked myself in here and wouldn't let you in." Harm laughed.

Mac placed a hand on his cheek. "You did a really great thing in here, Harm. You're going to be a great daddy."

Harm gently cupped Mac's cheek. "I'm only going to be as great as this baby's mommy, who is pretty wonderful herself."

Mac grinned up at him and they both felt a new connection. Mac slowly leaned up and gently kissed his lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Mac pulled back and whispered, "Thank you for everything, Harm."

Harm couldn't respond back, worried about not having a voice and what he might say, so he just smiled and Mac smiled back.

August 25

Harm and Mac's House

McLean, Virginia

5:13 PM

Mac shifted on the couch as she spoke to Trish, waiting for Harm to come home so he could make her and the baby dinner.

"So you started maternity leave Friday?" Trish asked.

"Yeah, AJ really didn't want his godchild to be born in the office. And since I was due Sunday, it made sense." Mac sighed as she rubbed her belly.

"So still no baby?"

"No, I think this kid is just like Harm. Late."

Trish laughed. "Then I guess you don't want to hear that Harm was a week late."

"A week late? No, this kid is coming out soon," Mac whined with a chuckle.

"You know, Mac, they say baby's make their own time." Trish had to grin at the thought of another Harm running around the place.

"So I keep hearing."

Trish then looked at her watch and remembered she has an appointment in a few minutes. "Well, I need to get going. Tell Harm to call me tonight."

"Sure thing, Trish. Bye."

"Bye, Mac." Trish hung up the phone, wondering when her son was going to get his head out of his six and marry Mac.

Mac placed the phone on the end table and ran her hand over her belly. "Come on, will you just come out already."

The baby responded by giving her one firm kick below her hand.

"No, I beg to differ. One day you have to come out, you can't hide in there forever."

The baby gave her another firm kick.

"Oh, what? You're going to stay?"

The baby didn't respond as quickly as it did to the first set of questions. Mac thought it might have gone to sleep, which would be a very good things since the baby had been keeping her awake for the last few nights. She was wrong when two sharp kicks came from the little one.

Mac groaned aloud and stared at her belly. "I will try every technique to get you out by the end of the day."

One kick was the baby's response.

"Tomorrow?"

Again one kick was all the baby needed to tell its mother.

Mac groaned as the front door opened. Harm walked into the living room. "Everything okay?"

"No, your child has decided that it doesn't want to be born," Mac informed Harm as the baby started to stretch inside its cramped confines.

Harm gave her a grin. "My child is still inside you, therefore it is our child."

Mac glared at him as she stood up from the couch. "Shove the smile somewhere else, Rabb."

"You're cranky today," Harm stated.

"Harm, I'm three days late. The baby was due on Sunday. But no, it had a better idea. I miss looking at my feet."

Harm leaned back, looked at her feet, and decided to temp fate. "They're still there and cute as ever."

Mac groaned and slapped his arm. "And to think I almost considered having sex with you to induce labor."

Harm couldn't resist it, his eyebrow shot up. "Really?"

"Not anymore, Flyboy. I'm going to lie down while you start dinner. And call your mother tonight," Mac called over her shoulder as she made her way up the stairs.

"Never a dull moment," Harm muttered as he sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine.

9:45 PM

Mac walked into the kitchen and looked at Harm as he wiped off the countertop. "I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier."

"It's okay." Harm placed the dishrag in the sink. "You're just tired."

"I'm tired of being pregnant," Mac stated.

Harm walked over to her and pulled her into his chest to comfort her. "You're going to be holding this baby before you know it."

"I know." Mac wrapped her arms around his waist and just leaned against him.

Harm kissed the top of her head. "Why don't you go lay down on the couch and I'll bring you some of those cookies Harriet made for us?"

"Are you handling me?" Mac asked with a joking look.

"Yes, Ma'am." Harm grinned at her.

Mac released her hold around his waist. "Just don't do it when I'm not pregnant."

"Never." Harm chuckled as she left the room and went into the family room.

A few minutes later Harm walked into the living room to see Mac flipping though the baby name book. He set the plate of cookies on the coffee table and joined her on the couch. Before Mac was able to reach for a cookie, Harm took her feet and placed them onto his lap. He slowly started to massage them.

"I'm not naming the kid Winifred or William just because you give wonderful foot massages," Mac warned as she reached for a cookie.

Harm chuckled. "You learned my secret method, damn."

"What's wrong with Raymond?"

"Raymond Rabb. No."

"At least it's not Gunner."

"I picked it as a joke," Harm explained.

"Right there," Mac instructed as Harm hit a pain in her foot. He added a bit more pressure. "Much better."

"You're welcome." Harm then thought for a minute. "Thomas or Matthew?"

"I would love to name the baby Matthew, but I promised Uncle Matt I wouldn't name my first born Matthew," Mac explained as she devoured another cookie.

Harm shrugged. "Why don't we look at names for a little girl tonight?"

Mac opened the book to the girl names they were still discussing. "Grace or Emily?"

"No Emily, I heard on ZNN it's the most popular name. We don't want her to grow up with ten other Emily's in her class."

"You have a point. Marie or Lisa?"

"I'm not naming the baby Lisa Marie. It's too Elvis for me."

Mac laughed. "How about Erin?"

"Erin Rabb…..it sounds nice." Harm told her. "Put it in the maybe column."

"Yet another name to the maybe column," Mac told him before the baby gave her a few kicks in a row. "Hey there, could you not play soccer with mommy's insides?"

Harm leaned over and ran his hands over Mac's belly. Mac watched as he lowered his head to her stomach. "Hey you, this is your father. You need to give Mommy a break and calm down a little." The baby stopped moving at Harm's words. "And what do you say to coming out and joining us in the real world?" The baby gave Mac a sharp kick. Harm lifted his head and smiled at Mac as they both laughed.

"This kid is just like you…stubborn," Harm told Mac.

Mac laughed. "That's funny, I told Trish this afternoon it's just like you...late."

"Funny," Harm added on.

"Did you call Trish, yet?"

"Not yet."

"You should call her now," Mac suggested.

Harm looked at the clock next to the TV. "I could or we could go through the baby names till we find some we both like."

Mac reached on the end table and handed him the phone. "Call Trish." She then stood up. "I'm going to get ready for bed."

"Are you going to come back down?" Harm asked.

Mac thought for a moment. "No, I'll probably settle down in bed with a good book."

"Okay, goodnight, Mac."

"Goodnight, Harm." Mac left the room and Harm could hear her footsteps up the stairs.

August 26

Harm and Mac's House

McLean, Virginia

6:35 AM

Mac rolled over in bed for the millionth time. All night long she had been tossing, and turning and barely tolerating a very active baby. She finally decided to give up and walked into the bathroom. She stared at her reflection and rubbed her hands across her belly. "Why won't you let Mommy sleep?"

Instead of getting a kick she got a very strong pain and she moaned as the pain ended. "That wasn't nice."

She looked back up at her reflection and heard the shower on the opposite wall shut off. "Harm's up on time. I think I'll take a shower and join him for breakfast."

Mac undressed and turned on the shower. As soon as the water reached the correct temperature she walked inside it. After a few minutes of washing her hair and her body another pain hit her, this time it was accompanied with something else. "Well, at least it doesn't need to be mopped up."

She exited the shower, dried off, and dressed. Mac slowly walked down the stairs as she admitted to herself all night long those movements from the baby, were mild contractions. "That's what I get for having a high tolerance for pain."

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she could hear Harm in the kitchen. Mac turned the corner from the stairs and into the kitchen where Harm was in uniform enjoying his cup of coffee.

"Morning, Mac."

"Morning," Mac said with a mild grunt.

Harm raised an eyebrow as he took in her jeans, t-shirt, unlaced tennis shoes, and wet hair. "I thought you were going to sleep in."

"Umm…well, that was the plan, but I changed them."

"Okay, why?"

"We need to go to Bethesda," Mac calmly stated.

Harm gave her a confused look. "Bethesda, why?"

"Your child has finally decided to be born," Mac stated as a contraction hit. "Oh, damn it."

The confusion left Harm and shock took over. "Now?"

"No next week!" Mac yelled at him and walked towards the door for the garage. "Hospital now, Flyboy!"

Harm stood up and shut off the coffee pot. He walked into the living room and grabbed his car keys, wallet, cell phone, and Mac's bag. He quickly joined her in the SUV. Soon enough they were on the road to Bethesda.

"You seem pretty calm," Harm stated.

Mac gave Harm a very dirty look. "Trust me it's an illusion." She took a few deep breaths.

"We'll be there in about twenty minutes." Harm handed Mac his cell phone. "Number 8 is Major Klause, why don't you call and tell him to expect us soon?"

"Okay." Mac took the phone from Harm and was quickly connected to Major Klause, who was on call.

Bethesda Naval Hospital

8:55 AM

Major Klause looked up at Mac. "Come on, Colonel, just a few more pushes and your baby will be here."

"Didn't you say that five minutes ago?" Mac snapped at the doctor.

"Not even labor knocks off that clock of yours," Harm said as he helped support Mac for the last few moments of labor.

Mac glared back at Harm and was ready to say something when a contraction hit.

"Okay, Colonel, give us a big push here," Klause instructed.

Mac turned her attention back to the doctor and the baby which was slowly joining the world. After a few more solid pushes, and several curse words in seven different languages from Mac, a loud wail of a baby was heard.

End Part 6

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Michi - WE'RE AUNTS!!!

Carol - Hey, I like the kid already... Fictional and we don't have to change diapers.

Michi - It's cute and doesn't stink.

Carol - Yeah, think we should tell them the gender?

Michi - Now?

Carol - Well... we could do it later.

Michi - If we tell them now, it will take something away from the happy part we just had. Not to forget that this is the most evilness we get here. Come to think of it, isn't that sad? The biggest evil part by us is letting people wait to know the baby's gender. That doesn't sound right.

Carol – But you know they were pretty angry about not seeing the room last week. Maybe that was more eviler?

Michi – They were upset. A few did break out their baseball bats and hockey sticks. But I don't think that was as evil as this part is.

Carol – Do you think we lost the touch?

Michi – Either that, or we're getting old and senile.

Carol- I am not old and senile. Don't know about you, though. Remember you are older than me. Anyway, didn't someone have a bet with her sister about the gender?

Michi - Hmmmm...That's right. We should see what the stakes are up to and try to get a percentage.

Carol - I like it.

Michi - I knew you would...

Carol- What's that suppose to mean?

Michi – Nothing…

Shoe – Psst, Gum

Gum – Yeah?

Shoe – Since the girls are getting old and senile maybe we should try something. Just for a cheap thrill.

Carol – I'm not getting old and senile!

Gum – You mean like Acer and Vered requested?

Shoe – Yup.

Gum – Let's do it!

Shoe – Cool!

Carol – But I'm not getting old and senile!

Michi – And I'm not that much older than you.

Shoe & Gum – Whatever!