Disclaimer: I wrote this chapter as promised. Thanks for all the wonderful comments, I decided after this chapter there will probably be a few more in this fic. Anyways, enjoy!

I'm looking up at the ceiling in the hospital. Counting the white tiles, I was trying to suck it up as I was now in labor and in pain. The nurse walked in, and smiled cheerfully.

"The doctor will be in soon, don't worry, dear." She checked my IV, and walked out.

"Please tell him to hurry his ass up before I have this child without him!" I said, wincing in searing pain.

"Mare...please, calm down love." Colin was with me at my bedside, holding my hand. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. This child was ready to be born, and I was miserable while waiting for a doctor. "Think positive."I thought to myself, and I tried to think of something...anything.


"Marion, why don't you try it? You might like it." Indy said, pointing to the escargot.

"I hate snails. Those poor creatures..." I had said, taking a dinner roll. Indy laughed.

"Well, Marion, they are a delicacy in France, and Abner's favorite, why don't you try one just to please him?"

I made a face."Indy, I stopped trying to please him years ago." He smiled. Reaching for the soup ladle, I ladled some soup into a bowl, and went to sit down. Indy sat across from me, as we tried to keep our relationship secret from my father. Abner walked in with his plate, and the three of us ate, as he and Indy talked about artifacts and treasures. Me—well I just sat there, uninterested and continued eating. It was part of our little charade. We had made a pact that we weren't to act as lovers in front of my father. Not unless we were alone. Finally, after a few hours, Abner retreated to his bedroom, and Indy and I were left alone.

"Finally...I was getting a little bored." I said, cleaning up the table. Indy smiled.

"I know... I was getting a little tired anyway." He and I exchanged glances. I washed the dishes and set them in the sink. Standing in the hallway between my wing of the house, and my father's, Indy waited. Father had set his room up on my end in the spare bedroom next to mine. If I was quiet some nights, I could hear his breathing. My father was unaware that some nights we spent together in my room. Our plan was that he'd stay, and leave before dawn, so no one would find out. We walked in my bedroom, and shut the door. Abner slept like a baby, so we could have gotten away with practically anything. As he slept, Indy and I were making love again. We took caution to keep quiet, just in case he woke up at any moment.

Indy smiled, and we laid there, pressed close to each other. I could feel his flesh pressed against my flesh. Smiling, I moved closer, and he moved closer. I touched his face, unshaven, and leaned in to kiss his lips. That kiss led to so much more.

I was in labor. The doctorkept telling me, "Push, Marion, push..." Colin held my hand as I pushed. This whole charade lasted for two whole hours. I was itching for this pain to be over with. It was July, and hot as hell. The humidity did not help one bit. Finally, a shrill cry rang through the room. The doctor held the baby, and said, "Marion, it's a boy!" I smiled. That was one thing I had a feeling about. I had a very strong feeling it was going to be a boy. The doctor handed my son to the nurses to get him cleaned up, and Colin cut the cord. When the baby was handed to me to hold, I looked down at him.

"Any idea what you're going to name him?" Colin said, smiling.

I looked at him, and thought to myself," Should I give him his father's name?"

"How about Henry Jones the Third?" I said looking up, tears in my eyes. "For his father."

Colin smiled, "If that's what you'd like, Mare." He kissed my forehead.

I looked at little Henry, and he was sleeping.

Flash forward two years. Marion now goes by Mary Williams and Colin is still fighting in the war. Her son, Henry was now in the terrible twos stage.

"No." Henry firmly said, his favorite word, which was one of the first words that I taught him.

I crossed my arms, and said; "Now sweetheart, you have to eat. Starving children would love to have what you're having." Henry pushed the bowl of oatmeal to the floor, spilling the contents all over the tile floor.

"No!" Henry said, now angry. I cleaned up the floor, and Ox placed another bowl in front of him, and once again, Henry pushed the bowl, knocking it over, spilling more oatmeal, which had landed on my hair. I got up, frustrated, and ran my fingers through my hair, which had oatmeal in it. Picking up Henry, I spanked him, and said, "Bad boy. I'm putting you in time out, and you aren't getting out until you know what you did was wrong." I set him down in the time out chair, and he wriggled out and started running. It took me almost twenty minutes to get him to settle down and sit in the chair. I turned to Ox and said, "Ox, I'm going to take a shower. Watch Henry to make sure he doesn't make any sudden movements." I headed to the bathroom to take a shower to get the oatmeal out of my hair. As I let the water fall against my skin, I kept on thinking to myself, muttering under my breath, "Henry's like his father...stubborn." I smiled, as I shampooed my hair. Five minutes later, I got out, dried off and got dressed. After combing my hair, I walked out of my room, and Oxley stood there, and he whispered to me, "Henry has fallen asleep in time out. Should I wake him?" I stifled a chuckle, and said, "No. Let him sleep." Walking back into the kitchen, I muttered under my breath, "Just like his father."

"We never get a break." I had said softly, as Indy snoozed after our little tryst. Pulling the ratty blanket over him, I kissed his forehead. Indy's eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

About two hours later, Henry woke up in time out. He waddled over to me in the living room, as I was reading a book. It was one of those harlequin romance novels. Yeah, I know it doesn't sound like something I would read, but I had bought it in a little shop, greatly interested only because of the title. Usually I would read while Henry took his naps, so I always bought a book at those nickel and dime type stores, I knew they had something like them in London, Ox helped me find one the one day Henry and I went grocery shopping. We had bought the usual food, using our ration stamps wisely. Then, usually Henry and I got us a little something. He usually got a little toy, and I always bought new literature to read.

"Mama." Henry said, as clear as he could. He was holding on to the chair, leaning forward, trying to grab my attention.

I looked up from my book, "What is it, sweetheart?"

"Mama, I'm sorry." Henry said his first complete sentence. I looked at him, and smiled.

"Henry! You said your first complete sentence!" I picked him up, and gave him a kiss. He grinned.

"Now, why don't you go play with your new toy?" I said, smiling.

Henry then asked, "No Mama, I am hungry." I picked him up, placing him on my lap.

"Okay then, sweetheart, we'll get something to eat." I got up, and walked into the kitchen, with Henry in my arms. Setting him down in his high chair, I went to the refrigerator to get some of the leftover cold oatmeal. Setting it down in front of him, I allowed him to finger the food, and when he was done, I took a napkin and wiped his face. At that moment, Ox walked in the front door, holding a dog. It was a dog he found on the street, and I looked at him, then the puppy, and said, "Ox, what's with the dog?" He smiled, and said, "I found this little guy in a box on the street, and I thought little Henry would like a companion." I smiled and said, "Henry will love it." Picking up Henry, I showed him the little puppy.

"Look Henry, it's a puppy!" I said, grinning. He squealed. "Puppy!"

"You can't pet it yet, sweetheart. It has to get its shots first." I said, motioning to Ox, "Ox, you're going to take it to the vet, right?"

Ox smiled. "Of course. But aren't we going to name it first?"

I smiled. "Well it looks like it's a mixture of various breeds, so...why don't we call it Mutt?"

Ox laughed. "Sounds perfect." As he said that, Mutt barked. I grinned. "He likes it!" Ox smiled, and said, "Marion, I'll take Mutt to the vet now." Henry began to cry. "Puppy...puppy..." I whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, the puppy will be back. It's just going to get a checkup and its shots." I set Henry back in his playpen, and handed him a stuffed dog. He smiled, and squeezed the stuffed animal, and picked up his blanket, sucking his thumb. At that moment, he looked cute.

I sighed," If only he knew his real father..." At that moment, my eyes welled up with tears. Indy should be here. He should be here, seeing his son grow up. I sobbed, and Henry noticed.



"Mama, why are you crying?" I looked at my son and said, "Nothing sweetheart." I walked over to the giant bookshelf in Colin's flat, and picked up my tattered diary. Turning the pages, I came across an entry I made right after Indy and I began our intimate relationship.

Oh my god, I love this man. When he walks right past me I can smell the scent of adventure. Our relationship has blossomed the last few months. We went from enemies to lovers in the short amount of time we've been around each other. My father is unaware of the intimacy we have with each other. The first thing Indy had said after we made love for the first time was that we had to keep this a secret. He was afraid of what my father would do to him if he found out. Indy also worried what Father might do to me. We came up with a set of rules between each other; no holding hands or anything of that sort around him, but we could be friends around him. It wasn't that hard to keep up that charade with Indy, we just had to abstain from physical contact of that sort when Father was within distance. Recently, we took a walk around our huge backyard, which Father never went to because he designated it a place for me to play in and think, as his study was for him. Father loved the outdoors, but he hated the woods, which was the reason why we never went camping often. Mother was the woodsy type, I took after her more. I did like to travel like Father, but I hated the heat, and the deserts he liked to visit, in search of some treasure. It was a wonder that nothing had put a curse on him...yet. That day Indy and I walked through the woods, holding hands and enjoying just being in each other's company.

"I love you, Marion." Indy had said, smiling. I dreamed constantly that one day we would marry, he'd settle down, and we could have children together. I remember the one time I asked him what he thought about children.

"I'm hoping someday we can have children together." I had said, wading my feet in the river near the house. Indy put an arm around me. "It would be nice to have a son to carry on the Jones tradition." I had smiled, and kissed him right then and there. We made out for what seemed like an eternity that time.

I cried. He'd probably be glad he has a son now. Looking over at Henry, who was sleeping, I smiled, brushing the tears off my face gently.

"I love you, son." I whispered.