A/N: Happy December 15th!

I'd Like You For Christmas

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

Chapter 3: Wish Come True

I'm finally in a room, having escaped major injury. I still feel out of it though, and my muscles are starting to scream again. My face feels like it's been slapped, and all in all I feel quite miserable.

It could be worse.

I wish I could go back to sleep. I can't really remember it, but I know I was having a beautiful dream. I'd so much rather be in whatever world I was in than what I'm facing now. They asked me if I wanted them to call anyone, but I think I told them I wanted to rest on my own first. No one is here with me anyway. Typical Mac. Always alone.

Tears fill my eyes, and my nurse picks that moment to step in my room. She asks if I'm in pain and I nod, though it's more mental than physical at this point. I take the medicine she offers though, vowing it'll be the last time, and before l know it, I'm asleep and dreaming.

"I'm sorry I ruined Christmas, Harm," I say as I pant through another contraction. The twins have decided they want to be born on Christmas Eve or maybe Christmas Day depending on how fast this goes.

Harm grins. "Are you kidding? This is going to be the best Christmas ever!"

I smile back as I wait for the next wave of pain. I went into labor this afternoon and like the true marine I am, I've elected to eschew pain medications or an epidural.

I'm an idiot.

"You're doing great, Ninja Girl," Harm says in my ear, and then I'm gripping his hand as another contraction hits. It seems to last longer than the ones before, and something seems to shift inside me.

"Harm! I have to push!"

"Uh, not now, Mac. The doctor isn't here, and your nurse stepped out to—"

"I don't care, Harm. Your son is coming now!"

Harm looks like he's going to pass out, but he still manages to hit the call button and tell whoever answers to "get someone the hell in here."

He rushes around to the foot of the bed and peaks under the sheet. "Oh, shit."

"What?" I want to say more, but I can't because there's definitely a baby coming out of me.

"Harm?" I'm rather scared now.

"It's okay, Mac. I got him." There's a little baby cry, and then the nurses are rushing in and helping Harm cut the cord, and then my baby boy is laid in my waiting arms.

Our daughter makes her appearance some twenty minutes later, and as we've past midnight, my twins have two different birthdays. After we've had time to relax, Harm calls his parents to tell them to come on over. They're here for Christmas, knowing I'd definitely need some help, and now I'm even more grateful for their visit.

"They'll be here in about half an hour," Harm says as he hangs up. He steps over to the bed and picks up our son. I shift my daughter in my arms and smile at the picture my two men make.

"What?" Harm asks softly.

"I was just thinking how beautiful our babies are, and how sweet you look when you hold them."

"Same here," he whispers as he sits down on the bed.

"You know," he says, "We've come a long way this past year."

"Yes, we have, my love." A year ago, I was in a different hospital, bruises everywhere, in physical and emotional pain, wanting nothing more than to sleep my hospital stay away. Everything changed when Harm showed up at my door. "If you would have told me we'd have all this just a year later, I would have laughed in your face, or smacked you."

Harm chuckled lightly. "I know." For a moment we just listen to our tiny babies breath, their little snuffling sounds sweet music to our ears. "Hey, Mac?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'm sorry you've spent the last two Christmases in the hospital."

"And I'm sorry you're missing the Wall for the second year in a row."

"That's okay, sweetheart. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else last Christmas, and the same goes for now. Of course, seeing as we're in London now, getting to the Wall is a bit iffy anyway."

"I suppose."

I'm fairly tired right now, and since the babies have been fed and are sleeping, I probably should too. Harm must notice my fatigue, for he sets our little boy in his bassinet and then picks up our little girl to set her down next to him. She has her own bassinet, but we've already found they don't appreciate being separated from each other. "Sleep, Mac," he gently commands. "I'll introduce the kids to Mom and Frank."

"Okay, sweetheart." I close my eyes, but then Harm's mother and stepfather are coming through the door. I'm glad; I didn't want to miss them.

"Hi, Trish, Frank," I say with a yawn.

"Oh, darling, we should have waited." Trish turns to her son. "You should have told us to wait!"

"No, no. We couldn't wait any longer for you to meet your grandchildren!" I reassure them.

I motion toward the bassinet and our two visitors step toward it. They both look down in awe and I see tears in my mother-in-law's eyes.

"You can hold them," I offer, and then they each pick up a baby.

"Oh, he looks just like you, Harm," Trish exclaims as she gazes down at her grandson. "And Mac, I know she's going to look like you."

Trish isn't just saying that. Our son is a carbon copy of Harm as a baby, and our daughter looks just like I did when I was born.

"So, you two, do our grandchildren have names yet?" Frank asks as he cuddles our baby girl.

"We do," I nod. "Harm, will you do the honors?" I turn to Harm's parents. "He got his way in the name department." I grin. I'm actually okay with his choices…now, anyway.

"Okay. Mom and Dad? I'd like to introduce you to Thomas Harmon and Catherine Patricia Rabb."

Hearing our babies' names on my husband's lips brings a tear to my eye.

This Christmas has truly been a wish come true.

I wake with a tear slipping down my cheek. I'm already losing the dream I was having, and it breaks my heart.

I think about turning on the TV but grabbing the remote seems to be too much of an effort. I make the decision to wait for the next time my nurse comes in and then settle in to feel sorry for myself.

A moment later, a shadow falls across my door. Thinking it's my nurse, I look up.

"Mac?"

"Harm!"

End Chapter 3