Harm nearly bowled Mac over as he tried to follow her out of the hotel room. For some reason she had stopped short and was standing unyieldingly in the doorway. He let out a combination of a yelp and a grunt as he caught himself on the doorframe and caught her around the waist, narrowly preventing them from being a pile of limbs on the floor.

"Forget something?" he asked, assuming that was why she had stopped.

"What?" she asked, blinking up at him. She seemed confused as to when he got so close. "Let's just…" she motioned back towards the hotel room. He shuffled them back across the threshold and closed the door.

"Mac, are you ok?" He'd noticed she'd been a little off all morning, but he chalked it up to anxiety. They had a big day ahead.

"Should we be doing this?" she asked vaguely, moving out of his hold.

"Leaving? Yes. Our appointment in is in an hour," he reminded, reaching for her again, but she sidestepped him.

"Sixty three minutes and seventeen seconds," Mac corrected, dismissively. "But that's not what I mean. I mean, big picture, should we be doing this?"

"How big picture are we talking? Just adopting this baby, or our life together in general? Are you having second thoughts?" Harm's heart sank. The feeling of his life being on fast forward suddenly slammed to an unsettling stop.

"No!" she gasped. She was certain she wanted to be with him, it was something she had wanted for longer than she cared to admit, but that was where her concern lied. Should they be jumping into something so life changing when they finally figured out what was between them? "I mean, yes, but not in the way you think," she amended.

"Mac…" he sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Which is it?"

"I'm not having second thoughts…I'm having first thoughts…I guess," she admitted knowing she wasn't making a lot of sense. It felt like everything was coming at her at once and she was trying to get her head around it. "About the baby," she added, opening a dialogue. That actually surprised Harm. He figured she would have uncertainties about their impromptu marriage long before the idea of motherhood.

"This baby or babies all together? Because we've talked about this. You know I want children. And you know I want them with you," he took her lead, realizing she needed to talk this out, whatever it was.

"We just got married, Harm, after nine years of dancing around our feelings. Not to mention, our life is in complete upheaval with you resigning from the Navy and us moving to California. But here we are halfway across the world trying to bring a baby into our chaos. Are we prepared for that?"

Harm couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of him. She wasn't having second thoughts, she was completely losing her mind. For which, he couldn't blame her.

"Are you laughing at me?" she gaped.

"I am," he managed before another laugh rolled out of him.

"This is not funny, Harm," she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. If her glower wasn't so frightening and he wasn't fully aware of the bodily harm she was capable of, he would have laughed again.

"I know it's not, I'm sorry," he conceded, throwing his hands up. He couldn't help but be amused at the sight of the squared away Marine losing her cool. "Look Mac, it's been a wild week. Probably one of the craziest ones we've had on record and considering we spent time posing as Romanis in Siberia, hiding from the Russian authorities that is saying something. We're both taxed out. I think we've reached our limit on life changes for the next five years, so I understand your hesitation. But I promise it is unfounded. You're not having any thoughts that every exhausted parent to be hasn't had before."

"And what if we get so focused on being parents that we don't know how to be husband and wife? We never even dated. We're barely established as a couple."

Harm's expression went pensive. This concern seemed a little more valid than the last. She was right, in a sense, they had jumped right into marriage without the preamble of a romantic relationship. However, they couldn't discount the fact that they had held a significant place in each other's lives for most of the last nine years. They had done so much together and more importantly been through so much together.

"We might not have dated in the traditional sense, but we've been on dates. Remember when we went up in my plane? Or the night in the desert under the stars? Or that event at the embassy?"

"Harm, I think I nearly died on every one of those occasions."

"Like I said, nontraditional," he shrugged.

"It does put a whole new spin on 'til death do us part'" she smirked, finally relaxing a little.

"Isn't that when marriage is supposed to end, not dates?" he countered. She nodded, amused. "and our marriage is going to last that long?" he checked.

"Yes, Harm. After nine years of waiting, they will have to pry you out of my cold dead hands," she assured him.

"Good. Then like I said, your concerns are unfounded. I love you, Mac. I've spent nine years loving you. Yes, this baby is going to change us. But a baby would change us no matter when it came into our life." Harm pointed out.

"I guess you're right," she realized it was just a combination of exhaustion and new parent jitters. She wanted this more than anything and she really wanted it with Harm. Finally. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Let's go meet our baby. I have a promise to keep and I'm already late." Harm laughed.

"It's funny, when babies are concerned it's usually the woman who is late," Mac teased. Harm snorted another laugh.

"Yeah, well, we're both going to be late if we don't get moving," he urged, pushing her back towards the door.

"We have plenty of time. Fifty nine minutes." She noted, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the hall.