A/N: See chapter one for disclaimers…

The chapter I posted yesterday had been cut off about half way through so I have reloaded it and added Chapter 62!

Dinner had been over for a half hour one Thursday night, a good while after Mac's return from her mission of mercy. She'd missed the kids terribly, and Mic to a different degree, though overall she was glad to be back home. As she and Lucy stood side-by-side doing the dishes, the realization that dinner didn't agree with her became an irritating fact. She pressed through the mild flip-floppy feeling in her stomach, the one she always got when she ate anything with too much grease in it, and together she and her daughter loaded the dishwasher in no time.

"Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?" Lucy asked Mac as she slid the last spoon into the dishwasher.

"In another month, sweetie," she answered. "He's not quite ready to come this far yet, but he will be before too much longer. Are you happy about that?"

Lucy nodded, "Is he okay by himself all the way out there?"

"He is," replied Mac. "He's getting stronger every day, and by the time he comes here he'll be so much better than before."

"Is he going to come back home?" Lucy asked moving to snuggle up to Mac.

She shook her head. "No, baby, he won't come back to this house to live. He'll live in an apartment not too far away, though."

Lucy leaned her body against her Mommy and nodded, "Can I see him more than before?"

Mac smiled and caressed the little girls head. "You sure can. You can see him almost every day if you want to. Does that sound like fun?"

Lucy nodded, "It does."

Mac smiled once more, a smile that quickly became a frown as the flip-floppy feeling in the stomach returned with a vengeance. She tried to ignore it, but within ten seconds she had moved Lucy aside and was making a mad dash towards the bathroom. As she leaned over the toilet and heaved every bite of her dinner, she vowed to herself that never again would she each that much fried food in one sitting.

Lucy's little legs pounded on the floor as she took off after her mommy, remembering a time before when her mother had gone off like that. "Mommy! Mommy, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, sweetie," she replied from the other side of the locked bathroom door. "I have a little tummy ache, that's all."

"A bad tummy ache?" Lucy asked with fear lacing her voice. "Do you need Uncle Mic?"

"No, I'm fine," answered Mac, pushing herself up from her position on her knees and flushing the toilet before going to the sink to splash some cool water on her face. After that, she opened the door and found Lucy heading towards her with Mic in tow.

"Sarah, what's wrong, Luv?" Mic asked, shocked and a bit worried at Lucy's insistence her Mommy needed him.

"I'm a little sick to my stomach," answered Mac. "No big thing, I'm fine. Do we have any ginger ale in the fridge?"

"Lucy, run and play," Mic commanded the child and moved closer to Mac. "Sarah?" he asked and softly touched her cheek.

She looked down at her feet. "Yes?"

"You've been putting it off," he said gently. "Don't you think it might be time?"

She sighed. "Probably. I don't know... I just hate taking those damn things."

"Why?" Mic asked. "They don't hurt."

"There are more kinds of pain than just physical," she said plainly. "I'll pick one up when I go out tomorrow if I'm still feeling sick, agreed?"

"Agreed, Luv," he agreed. "Why don't I get you some ginger ale and you snuggle up in bed, hmm?"

With a little smile, she nodded. "I'll go change into my jammies and put the kids to bed, then I'll be in."

"I can handle bedtime," Mic told her.

"Not Lucy's you can't," she said. Despite the best efforts on both of their parts, they couldn't get the little girl to warm up to him.

"You do Lucy, I'll do DJ? Deal?" Mic asked.

Once the child was in her pajamas, teeth brushed and hair combed, she crawled into bed and held her Pooh Bear close as Mac sat beside her.

Mac studied her daughter's face, "You are so pretty, Lucy," Mac said softly. "Are you feeling okay?" Her eyes had been a little dull all day.

"I'm kinda sleepy," said Lucy with a yawn. "Is your tummy still sick?"

"A little bit," Mac replied. "Mommy's going to lie down and go to bed early. Then I'll be all better. I love you, Lucy Bear."

"I love you, too, Mommy," she answered as her eyes fell shut.

Morning came, and as Mac's internal alarm went off, she pulled herself from Mic's embrace and rolled out of bed. She started for the bathroom slowly, but within seconds was moving as fast as she could.

Mic felt Mac's movement and had begun to stir. When he heard her slam the bathroom door and begin to become ill, he pushed it opened and knelt beside her, "Sarah?"

"I'm okay," she said between heaves. "Just give me a minute."

Mic waited until she was finished then took a wash cloth and dabbed her forehead, "Okay?"

"Mmhmm," she answered. "I guess it's time, huh?"

Mic nodded as they heard Lucy call out, "Mommy?"

"Do you have any tests here?" Mic asked ignoring the tiny call.

"I don't think so," she said before answering her child's cry. "Coming, sweetie."

"You stay still," Mic told her. "She can wait."

That as "Mommy!" came again.

"I'm going to go see what she needs," stated Mac as she pushed her way past Mic.

"Should I go buy a test?" Mic asked going after her.

"I guess so," she replied, not turning around as she headed for Lucy's room.

Lucy was sitting up in bed her hand over her button nose, "Mommy," she said softly when she saw Mac.

"Baby?" asked Mac. "What's wrong?"

"My nose," Lucy said and moved her hand to show her mother.

"Oh goodness," said Mac, trying not to sound too worried in an effort to keep from frightening Lucy. "Let's get you a towel, hang on."

Mac moved hurriedly to get Lucy a towel, fighting the wave of dizziness and nausea she felt. It was times like this she missed Harm badly. She returned with a white towel and held it to Lucy's nose while holding the child close to her body. "Do you feel okay?" Mac asked noticing Lucy was a bit warm.

"I still feel sleepy," she answered, nestling in close. "Can I stay home from school?"

"Yeah," Mac replied. "You can stay home and rest today. Maybe later we'll call Daddy. Would you like that?"

"Mmhmm," said Lucy. "I miss him."

"I know, Baby," Mac replied kissing Lucy's temple. "Want to lie back down now? Let Mommy see your nose."

Lucy slid out of Mac's arms and back onto her pillow. "I must have gotten hurt sleeping," she said innocently.

Mac nodded, "Yeah, that must be it." Mac leaned down and kissed the tip of Lucy's nose. "All better. You get more sleep, then Mommy will make you some French toast, okay?"

"With strawberry stuff on it?" asked the child.

"If you want, sure," Mac replied.

"I do," smiled Lucy as she hugged her Pooh close and shut her eyes.

Mac made her way back to the bedroom and laid back down as she waited for Mic to return from the drugstore. Something inside her was deathly afraid of taking the test, while something else told her it would all be okay. Unsure of which part to put more stock in, she wallowed into her pillow and let a few tears fall from her eyes.

As she laid on the bed, blinking away the fresh tears, the phone rang, startling her a little bit. She reached over to pick up the receiver, glanced at the caller ID and answered. "Hello?"

"Mac? How are you?" asked the familiar caller.

"Harm, hi. I'm okay," she replied. "How are you?"

"A lot better," he said, his tone indicating he was telling the truth on that. "Doctor says I'm almost good as new...well, okay, maybe not 'new' new, but a hell of a lot better than before."

"The swelling is gone then? And everything works?" she asked happy to hear he was doing better.

"Yep," he replied with a smile so big she could hear it. "How're the kids?"

"DJ is just fine," Mac replied. "He went to the store with Mic. Lucy..."

"She's sick again, isn't she?" he asked, his smile fading.

"Not really," Mac replied. "She had a nose bleed this morning and she's really lethargic, not much energy. I'm going to keep her home with me."

"Good idea," he said. "So other than that, everything is okay?"

Mac tried to hide the catch in her reply, "Pretty much yeah," she answered.

He caught it despite her efforts. "Mac... You sure? You sound sad."

"I'm not sad, I'm...I'm scared," she told him. It was still so easy to talk to him.

"'Bout what?" he asked, longing to help her in some way.

"Well, about Lucy of course, and...I think...I think maybe I might be pregnant." She said that last bit so softly he could barely hear her.

"Lucy and what?" he asked for clarification.

"I think...I might be...pregnant," she said just a bit louder.

Her words hit him much harder than he could have imagined. "Wow, that's...that'd be really great, Mac."

"Yeah," Mac replied. "But...I have to test when Mic gets back and...I'm so...You know how I got that last time."

"Yeah, I do," he answered softly. "It'll all be okay though."

"I hope so, I don't think I can take..." Mac began as she heard Mic come in the door. "He's home."

"I'll let you go," he said. "Give the kids a hug and kiss for me, and I'll call again next week sometime."

"I told Lucy we'd call you later. She misses you. She keeps asking when you'll be back," Mac told him.

"As soon as I can be," he said. "Take care, okay?"

"I will. It was nice talking to you," Mac said and hung up.

"Who was that on the phone?" asked Mic as he entered the bedroom with a small drugstore bag in his hand.

"Harm," Mac replied. "He uh, called to check on the kids."

"Ah, okay," said Mic as he pulled a box from the bag. "Here, go to it, my love."

Mac rose and took the bag from him. She went into the bathroom, and read the simple instructions on the back of the box. Quickly she did what needed doing and then left the bathroom to wait with Mic as he played with DJ.

"Three minutes," she told him and sought the support and comfort Harm used to give her as they waited.

"So what're you doing out here?" asked Mic. "Go back in there and wait."

"Its kind...I don't want to be alone if..." Mac said softly studying the floor.

"Oh, I'm an idiot," said Mic, standing up from where he'd been knelt down playing on the floor. He reached out and took her hand. "Let's go, we'll wait together."

They returned to the bathroom, and by then the three minutes had nearly expired. Mac was a mess of nerves as she waited for those last 23 seconds to pass.

When the time was up, Mac said softly, "You look."

Mic nodded and reached for the test stick lying atop the counter. He looked down at it, then up at her and smiled. "We did it. We did it!"

"Did we?" Mac asked. "Did we really?"

"See for you, love," he said, holding the stick out to her.

Mac took the plastic stick and looked two blue lines. With tears spilling out of her eyes she smiled, "I'm going to have a baby."

A month passed by, and the day of Harm's arrival back in DC was finally upon them. Mac and Lucy had gone to the airport to meet Harm while Mic took DJ to the children's museum for the afternoon. As she spotted the two men walking down the ramp towards baggage claim, Lucy got a huge smile on her face despite the fact that she was feeling feverish and tired.

Harm looked so much better than when Mac saw him last. He walked with no trace of the limp she'd left him with. "You see Daddy, Baby?" Mac asked her daughter who had begged and cried to be allowed to come with her mother in spite of her ill health.

"Yeah, I do!" exclaimed Lucy, as much as she could exclaim. "He's not sick anymore, is he?"

"I don't think so, Baby. The last time Mommy saw Daddy he didn't have the nice color in his cheeks. See how pink they are?" Mac asked trying to find some physical evidence of Harm's health.

"Uh-huh," answered the girl. "They look like the pink that's on my piggy bank!"

"That's the color healthy people look," Mac told her as Harm reached then with a trot in his step.

"Daddy!" said Lucy as she flung herself into his arms, temporarily forgetting she felt so crummy

"Easy, Sweetheart," Mac soothed. "Go easy."

"There's my girl!" said Harm as he pulled Lucy close. "Oh, I've missed you, Button, so much."

Lucy let her achy head drop to her Daddy's shoulder, "I missed you too," she told Harm and held on tight.

He sensed immediately that she wasn't well. "What's wrong with her?" he asked Mac softly.

"Sinusitis," Mac replied. "She wanted to see you so badly."

Lucy shook her head. "I'm kinda sick, but I'll feel better now 'cause daddy's here."

"Well, let's go get Daddy's things and we can go home, okay?" Mac suggested and swallowed a bit of nausea that hit her with the smell of food from the concourse.

Upon gathering their luggage, the group headed for the car. During the drive home, Harm grew more concerned about Lucy as he watched her nod off in the back seat, little head resting against the side of her booster seat.

"She needs to see another doctor," he said to Mac.

"She's seen her doctor all ready Harm," Mac replied.

"Something's just not right with her," he sighed. "She shouldn't be sick so often."

"I know Harm," Mac replied. "She did really well for a while, but she's been so much worse since. But I don't know...I've taken her to three pediatricians. They all say the same thing. She's a kid."

"I'm just not buying it," he said as he shook his head. "How're you doing, I haven't asked you yet."

"I remember now why I hated being pregnant," Mac sighed and swallowed another bout of queasiness.

Harm was silent for a moment. He knew she was pregnant; she'd told him the day she found out because he'd called her that morning, but every time he thought about it, a little part of him died inside. She's moved on, he'd given her no choice, but it was something he'd regret forever.

"Harm?" Mac asked noting his silence.

"Hmm?" he answered with a little start.

"Say something," Mac said.

He took a deep breath. "I'm happy for you. I know how much you wanted another baby, and I'm glad you found someone to give you that." His face showed his heartbreak despite his voice trying to cover it up.

Mac smiled, "Ugg. Can you drive? Are you cleared?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied. "Why?"

"Cause I don't feel so well, please drive?" she asked. He knew driving pregnant made her sick.

He nodded. "Sure, okay."

She pulled over on the shoulder of the road, and switched seats with him, silently praying she could keep her lunch down until they got home.

No such luck however, Harm did have to stop three times on the way back to Mac's place. She was nearly as weak as Lucy by the time he returned her to Mic.

"Need some help?" asked Harm as he and Mac opened their doors. He knew how rotten she felt.

"Get her inside first," Mac told him. "I need a minute and maybe some juice."

With a nod, he opened the back door, took a sleepy Lucy from her seat and carried her inside. His own stomach lurched when he saw Mic on the floor playing with DJ the way he himself used to do so often.

"Where's Sarah?" Mic asked rising from the game of airplanes and boats he was playing. DJ barely looked up from the floor.

"In the car," answered Harm as he shifted Lucy in his arms. "She's not feeling well."

Mic rose from the floor. "Come here, little lady," he said, reaching out for Lucy.

"Ow, Ow Ow!" Lucy whined when Mic took her from Harm's arms.

"What's wrong?" asked Harm, immediately reaching out to take her back.

"It hurts," she whimpered. "I want Mommy."

"What hurts, sweetheart?" asked Mic, turning away from Harm to keep him from taking the child back.

Lucy gave a few tiny moans, "Mommy!"

Meanwhile DJ rose from his game and went to Lucy, "S'ok, Lucy," he said patting her leg. "I fix it."

Harm hurried back out to the car. "Can you come in?" he asked Mac. "Lucy needs you, she's in pain."

"Pain?" Mac asked forgetting her own dizziness and weakness for the time being. "What kind of pain?"

"I don't," he said, offering her a hand. "I don't like this Mac, not at all."

Mac went inside on Harm's heel and heard Lucy crying out, "Ow! Ow!"

"I'm here, baby," said Mac, rushing to the child's side and holding her arms open. "Come here, come tell mommy what hurts."

"I do," Lucy cried and held onto Mac.

Harm put his hand against Lucy's little back as she cried. "Can we make it better, Button?"

"It hurts," she sobbed to her mother. "It hurts, Mommy."

"Has she done this before?" asked Harm of Mac.

"No this is the first time," Mac replied rocking her baby. "Mic, take DJ and play with him in the other room. Harm, start removing her clothes, maybe she hurt herself."

Both men did as she asked them, Mic retreating into the living room with DJ, and Harm carefully peeling off his little girl's clothes.

"Do you see anything?" Mac asked and she rocked Lucy fighting dizziness.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Baby, tell daddy where it hurts, okay?"

"My back," Lucy whimpered. "Real bad."

He looked closely and carefully at her back. "I don't see anything," he said to Mac. "Did you fall down, Lucy? Daddy doesn't see any booboo's."

"It hurts," she sobbed. "It hurt me when Mic's arm went there. I didn't fall."

Mac looked puzzled. "Mic's arm hurt you?" She looked at Harm as if to ask him what had happened.

"He took her from my arms and she started sobbing and saying she hurt," Harm told Mac. "I don't think he did anything to her."

Mac nodded. "I'm gonna take her to her room and lie with her."

Harm nodded, "Let me take her. Please."

"Okay," whispered Mac, carefully handing the little girl off to her father. "Go with daddy, love."

Harm took the tiny girl as she continued to cry, "Meet us in the living room. We need to talk."

Mac told him as she rose off the chair.

DJ sat playing at Mic's feet and a weak and pale Mac sat in the recliner. "I don't want what just happened to ever happen again," Mac said firmly. "What went on in here?"

"Nothing," said Mic. "I reached for her, took her and she started crying."

"You didn't grab her, pull her, handle her roughly at all?" Mac asked.

"Why do you have to ask him that?" asked a suddenly defensive Harm.

"I want to make sure that he didn't move her in the wrong way," Mac clarified. "He never did before, but I thought if he wasn't paying attention..."

"If he doesn't know now to handle a child," began Harm. "He best learn!"

"He's done really well," Mac told him. "He has. You didn't see anything?"

"No, I didn't," he said. "But I don't like how she feels and I don't like this line of questioning. He better never hurt my kids..."

"I didn't hurt her. I love them!" Mic proclaimed.

"Oh, somehow I doubt that," scoffed Harm.

"I do," Mic snapped. "She aggravates me sometimes, but I love those kids."

Harm rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his hair before looking over at his ex-wife. "So, what's the deal? What're we supposed to be talking about?"

"What to do," Mac sighed. "She's sick. We are all her parents..."

Harm pointed a finger at her to emphasize his feelings. "No, we're not. She has two parents, you and me." He looked over at Mic with a silent stare.

"We are all responsible for her care and well being," Mac sighed. "I think, if this is not an isolated incident of a bad body ache, to take her to a specialist."

"I agree," said Mic. "She's sick, it's not right and we need to do something about it."

"So what, we wait and see if this happens again?" Harm asked Mac as Lucy called out from her Mommy, though she sounded better, not in as much pain.

"Yeah, we do," answered Mac as she rose from the chair to answer the little girls call, but falling to the ground as a terrible dizzy spell hit her.

"Sarah!" "Mac!" Simultaneous cries of alarm came from the men as DJ shouted, "Mama!"

Slowly Mac sat up and shook herself, "I'm all right. I'm all right," she whispered and leaned into Mic who'd moved to her side and set his arm around her.

Harm moved in close beside her on the other side, refusing to stand back when she was in trouble. "Can I get you anything?"

"Go to Lucy," Mac told him. "I'll be okay in a minute."

Harm stood up and hurried down the hallway to check on Lucy. "You okay, Button?"

"Yes, I feel better. My back isn't hurting as bad. Where's Mommy?" Lucy asked. "I want her."

Hearing his little girl ask for her mother when he was right there and wanted to tend to her made Harm's heart ache. He wanted her to be happy, though, so he replied "She's coming, baby. She's coming."

Mac lifted herself off the floor, as Mic hovered, "I'm okay, Mic. Really."

"Are you sure, Sarah?" he asked, not letting go of her hands.

"I just got a little dizzy," Mac sighed. "I'm so worried about her I forgot to have my juice."

"I'll get it for you," he said, slowly letting go of her hands as if to make sure she wouldn't fall over again.

"You can't be so worried about her that you get sick, Sarah" countered Mic. "She'll be okay, and you need to be, too."

"Don't tell me how worried to be, that's not normal!" Mac insisted. "My little girl crying in pain is not normal and I'll worry as much as I want to."

"You have to think about more than just her," said Mic. "That baby growing in there, it needs you to think about it!"

"I have to think about them both!" Mac shouted. "Lucy, DJ, and this baby," she pointed to her stomach. "Now, excuse me, my daughter needs her mother."