Days went by, then weeks and then months. Harm's tests were looking better, but he wasn't waking up. Mac went to see him every day before work and immediately after work as well. She was now 8 1/2 months pregnant with a little baby boy. She sat with Harm and talked to him about their baby. She showed him the scanning photos and came up with suggestions for names. Often she would come up with horrible names in the hope that he would be so horrified that she would consider naming their son that and wake up. But he never did.

AJ, Harriet and Bud often came by as well. They all knew Harm was the father of Mac's baby. AJ had shuffled some papers and pulled some strings so that Harm and Mac were both able to stay at JAG once Harm wakes up.

Mac had sold her apartment and moved into Harm's. It had seemed like a logical choice, since she was spending most of her time there anyway when she wasn't either at work or at the hospital. She had made a few changes, but she didn't think he would mind. A new, bigger closet for their clothes, a few paintings for the walls and a changing station for the baby in the bedroom. She had enjoyed decorating the little corner with a white changing table, blue blankets and pastel coloured knitted toys and mobile, courtesy of Harm's mother. In the living room was a cream coloured rocking chair where she imagined she would sit and feed the little boy, while he slowly drifted off to sleep.

She had spent a lot of time with Trish since Harm's accident. In the midst of her sorrow at Harm being in a coma, she was thrilled that they were having a grandson. Mac was more than happy to have Trish, and sometimes Frank too, stay over every other weekend when they came to visit. Trish had instantly taken to Mac and they had spent many evenings talking about life, motherhood and babies. It was because of Trish that Mac had decided to take the side of the baby bed and attach it to her side of the bed, so that they could be close at all times.

It was late Friday night when Mac came home from the hospital. Today had been like every other day, no change in Harm's condition. Usually she spent a great deal of energy trying to stay positive, but today it was like there was a bit wet blanket over everything. She was sad, she missed Harm terribly and being only two weeks from her due date, she felt anything but ready. She felt scared and alone.

She went to the bathroom and turned on the water before taking off her clothes and stepping into the hot, comforting rays. She let the warm water wash over her as she rubbed her large belly. She thought about names again. Maybe James. Or Jacob. Suddenly she felt a jolt unlike something she'd felt before.
"Ouch, little one, what was that?" She rubbed it gently, hoping to calm him.
She stepped out of the shower, dried off and put one of Harm's t-shirts one before crawling into bed.

Harm and Mac's apartment
North of Union Station
0215 Hours

Mac woke with a strange feeling in her body. She got out of bed and only managed to take a few steps before she felt a weird, pained sensation. She bent over and put her hand on her stomach. Laughing slightly she said "I guess here we go, little one."
Somehow she called a cab, got dressed and quickly packed a bag of essential mommy and baby stuff that they would be needing. Pausing at the door, she took a deep breath. 'Here we go.'

Bethesda Naval Hospital
Sunday
1015 Hours

Mac was in awe. She gazed at her beautiful little son as he lay there, suckling away, half awake but mostly asleep. He was amazing. She was still a little sore and hadn't managed to walk very far yet, but today she was determined to go see Harm and show him their son.

A little while later she had showered and gotten dressed and a nurse had been by to check on them. She was walking down the hallway towards Harm's room, the little boy wrapped in a blanket and cradled gently in her arms.
Stopping in front of his door she took a deep breath and said a silent prayer. 'Please be awake.' And then she opened the door.

Harm was still sleeping, no more awake or aware than last time she had seen him. She sat down in the chair next to his bed and took his hand.
"Hey, Harm. I want you to meet someone very special. This is our son." She looked down at the beautiful little boy and kissed him on nose. "His name is Addison. Addison James. What do you think?" She waited for an answer that never came and finally her emotions got the best of her. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
"I need you to wake up, Harm. I can't do this by myself. We need you. Your son needs you."
But there was no response.