A/N: Chapter 2! Happy December 8th!

I'd Like You For Christmas

"I'd Like You For Christmas" by Julie London

Chapter 2: Dream Dreams

"Ma'am. Ma'am. Can you tell me your name?"

Someone is leaning over me, asking me questions I'm sure I already answered. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's the same person who asked it the first time.

"M-Mac," I mumble and if I could I'd slap that light he keeps shining in my eyes out of his hand.

"Is that who we should call?" the man asks as the ambulance siren pierces my ears and the rocking of the vehicle begins to nauseate me.

"No…me…Mac…"

"It's okay, ma'am. We'll find him for you."

Idiot.

No, he's not an idiot. He just doesn't understand.

Since it will do no good for anyone to call this Mac, I start repeating "Harm" over and over until I go under again.

"Well, I think we're ready, sweetheart."

"Harm, is anyone really ready for twins?" Harm chuckles and then helps me off the floor. He put me to work folding baby clothes, since he thinks that's the only task I'm capable of doing these days. Unfortunately for me, he's largely correct, and whose idea was it for me to sit on the floor anyway? Right. Mine. It was mine.

Harm finally manages to haul me to my feet, then rubs my belly.

"Don't say it," I warn him, but he doesn't listen well.

"Say what, Mrs. Claus?" He's the very picture of innocence and I must smack him for it. He just laughs and then I'm laughing too.

"Lord, Harm. I'm huge."

"Only a month to go," he replies.

"Well, you know what Dr. Jones says. I'll likely go early, or she'll induce me early."

"Then it's a good thing we're all ready for them. Old Saint Nick sure is coming through for us this year!"

Harm leads me from our new nursery and gets me settled on our couch. "You want something to eat?" he asks. I start to shake my head. Having two babies rolling around in me, feet constantly in my ribs, and a constant low level of nausea these last couple of weeks have adversely affected my appetite. Of course, Harm is not too happy about it.

"Mac, you've got to eat something. The doctor said—"

"I know," I sigh. "Can you make me an egg sandwich?" My request makes my husband happy.

"Sure, sweetheart. Why don't you take a little snooze while I get it ready?"

I roll my eyes. "Harm, it'll take you all of five minutes. That's not really enough time to…"

Harm laughs when I jolt awake. Jerk. I've developed a habit of falling asleep within seconds of sitting down and he finds it amusing. "Just get me my sandwich, Flyboy."

He gives me a brief peck on the lips. "Sure thing, Ninja Girl."

I take a moment to admire Harm's six as he walks away. Honestly, how did I get so lucky to get a husband who's so sexy? If I had the energy I had in my second trimester, the poor man wouldn't…

I fell asleep again.

It actually takes Harm ten minutes to make me my sandwich and of course he throws some vegetables on the side. I dutifully eat it all under his careful gaze, and then I'm back in his arms.

"You know," he says as he twines his fingers through mine. "We're not entirely ready."

"We're not? What else do we need?"

"Names."

Damn. He's right. "Well, we'd better get on that."

"Well, you know my favorites."

I'm rolling my eyes again. "Harm, we are not naming our children Tom and Cat."

"You just need to get used to it."

"Ugh, Harm."

"Well, do you have any suggestions?"

I pretend to think about it. "I got it! Harmon…and Harmony!"

Harm's mouth drops open for a moment, but he does his best to school his features into something neutral. "Um, Mac…we talked about no Harm the Third." He doesn't mention Harmony, but I know he hates it. It's not my favorite either and besides, I'm trying to avoid alliterative or rhyming names for our twins.

"Well, those are out then," I concede. "How 'bout Cagney and Lacy?"

"No. Turner and Hooch?"

"Donald and Daisy?"

"Mickey and Minnie?"

"Huey, Dewey, and Louie?"

"How many babies you got in there, Mac?" One of his hands moves to my belly and one of the babies gives a hard kick to welcome it there. He tickles me then and I giggle.

"Just two, sweetheart." I yawn. Though it's early, I'm ready to go to bed.

"Bedtime?" Harm questions. I nod and he helps me up. Just like every night for the last three months, when I started getting really huge, he escorts me up the stairs. I do have one question for him, though.

"Harm?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"So, are we naming our daughter Turner or Hooch?"

"Neither! I was joking!"

I laugh my way up the rest of the stairs.

The ambulance comes to an abrupt stop and then pulls into the ER garage, and I'm quickly unloaded. My uniform is unceremoniously cut from my body and I'm cat scanned six ways from Sunday. Finally, the collar is removed, and they slide me off the board. I thought I'd be more comfortable once I was off that abomination, but instead I feel every muscle in my body spasm. I vaguely hear myself moaning, and then there's a nurse at my side, injecting something into my IV. The pain fades away, and then so do I.

It's much better to be unconscious.

End Chapter 2