Author's Note: Just wanted to say a big THANK YOU to all the reviewers for your feedback on the first two chapters. I appreciate it so very much. Here's the final chapter in this story.

Harm's POV

When I finally got out of my committee meeting at 1930 this evening, the very first thing I did was try to call Mac – but all I got was her voicemail. There was a text from her on my phone though, sent half an hour earlier.

Babe, everything's fine. Test results came out great. Phone battery's almost dead. Let's talk when you get home, ok?

Mac wouldn't lie to me, would she? I think to myself. Not about something as important as her health. If she says everything's fine, then everything's fine. No sense in worrying myself unduly until I can see her and find out for myself what the doctor really said. I toy with the idea of calling Dr. Ross, and then I discard it – that would be wrong. I walk to my car and start the drive home. It usually takes the better part of an hour, but today, the traffic is hellish and it seems like I might not make it home before the kids go to bed. I'm frustrated – I keep trying to call Mac, figuring she must have recharged her phone battery by now, but I still can't reach her. So I shoot off a text when the traffic grinds to a total halt.

Been trying to reach you for hours. Call me when you get this. Please.

There's no response, and by the time I finally turn the car into our driveway, it's 2230 and I'm exhausted from a long day of committee deliberations (and worrying about my wife). I enter the house quietly, and check on Jack and Katie first. They're fast asleep, and I touch their little faces softly, marveling at their innocence as I always do. I wish I'd made it home before they went to sleep; I hate missing their bedtime.

Then I make my way to our bedroom, only to find Mac curled up on our bed covers, fast asleep as well. As always, she looks absolutely angelic in her sleep, and I move closer to her, drawn like a moth to a flame to admire her beauty. The first unusual thing I notice that she is wearing a gorgeous piece of white, lacy, frothy, feminine nothingness that accentuates her stunning body beautifully – and all of a sudden, my tiredness seems to evaporate and I am thinking of all the wonderful things we could have been doing together in that bed, if only I'd made it home in time…. I mean, she must have had a seduction in mind, Mac usually goes to sleep in pyjamas or comfy cotton t-shirts and shorts; she saves the really sexy stuff for the… sexy times. Definitely a good sign… the appointment must have gone well….

As I continue to look at her, lost in (mostly lustful) thought, I notice something else… she's smiling in her sleep, her lips curved up at the corners disarmingly. I can't help it, I smile too. Then I take my clothes off and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I'll talk to her first thing in the morning, I tell myself… if she's smiling in her sleep, it's all good.

I'm rinsing my toothbrush when the bathroom door flies open. Before I can turn around, I feel her arms come around my chest and squeeze… hard. I'm thoroughly confused.

'Mac?' I try to twist my head to look at her, but she gently guides it back so that I'm facing the bathroom mirror.

Keeping one hand on my cheek and the other around my chest, she moves her head to the side and smiles at me in the mirror… it's that cat-that-got-the-cream smile that's absolutely unique to Mac. She's luminous, glowing – and I think to myself that I've never seen her look so beautiful.

'I'm sorry I fell asleep', she says, 'I wanted to wait up for you.'

I try to turn my head again, but the arm around my chest tightens and the one on my cheek stays firm. I'm pressed between the sink and her firm-yet-soft body, and sexual desire stirs again, stronger than it has any right to in a man this tired.

'Keep looking in that mirror, sailor,' she says, her voice as warm, rich and silky as the finest red wine. 'What do you see?'

'Uhh… I see a drop-dead gorgeous woman and her completely bewildered husband. What the hell is going on, Mac? I mean, I'm guessing the appointment went well but….'

'I'll tell you what I see in that mirror,' she interrupts, and her voice drops to a whisper. 'I see a wonderful man who's going to be a dad for the fourth time before the end of the year, and a woman who can't even imagine how she got so lucky.'

My heart seems to drop from my chest to my feet and then to jump back up again. I make another attempt to turn around, and this time she lets me. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I look into her eyes, struggling to understand what she means.

Her laugh rings out, clear as a bell, and she nods her head excitedly, emphatically. 'Yes Harm, yes, we're pregnant.'

I still can't speak, but I can laugh with joy and hold her tight – and I do, for a long moment. When I draw back to look at her for a moment, there are tears in her eyes, and as she reaches up to touch my cheek, I realize that there are tears in mine too.

'Did you eat yet?' she asks, moving her arms up my body to link them behind my neck, 'I made dinner. I was going to tell you everything Dr. Ross said over a romantic, candlelit dinner.'

'I… Sarah, this is amazing.'

'It is, isn't it? I couldn't believe it when Dr. Ross told me. So… you hungry?'

'No… are you?'

'Well, not for food, but when it comes to the hunk in my arms, dressed in nothing but boxers and a smile… well, that's another question altogether. Harm, you're adorable – after all this time, you're blushing!'

(I'm not blushing.)

She takes me by the hand, and leads me to our bed, and we lay there, her head resting on my chest, my hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach, as she tells me everything the doctor told her… the precautions we'll have to take, the appointments that have been scheduled, what we can look forward to in the coming months. Then we make long, slow, leisurely love, in celebration of the best news we've had since we brought our children home.

A couple of hours later, we're sated but still wide awake, talking about everything and nothing at all. Every few minutes, we urge each other to get some sleep, but we're both too excited to even think of sleep. Thankfully, it's Friday night, and we don't have to worry about school and work tomorrow. As usual, the kids will wake us up at some insanely early hour, but at least we'll get to nap during the day. Suddenly, Mac sits up, resplendent in her glorious nudity (yes, I know I sound like a dime-store novel, but my wife's beauty inspires me to poetry – and sadly, I'm no poet).

'So…,' she says, 'if we're going to stay up all night like a couple of lovesick teenagers – and it seems we are – we'll need sustenance. I'm going to get a couple of those delicious brownies you made yesterday. Want one?'

'At this hour?'

'Trust me, you're going to need your strength, Harm, because I'm only just getting started with you.' She climbs out of bed, closes her eyes and stretches her arms languorously above her head, showing all her assets to their best advantage, looking like some goddess of pleasure. 'I don't know, it's like finding out I'm pregnant has given me this supernatural surge of energy.'

'Play nice Mac, I'm exhausted but just looking at you and listening to you talk about supernatural surges of energy, is giving me ideas and making me feel superhuman too… I've never made a promise to you that I couldn't keep, and I don't intend to start now.'

Mac laughs again, it's her low, slow and sexy laugh, and I know I'm a goner. I'm going to make a promise, and I'm damn well going to keep it. 'What do you mean play nice Mac?' she replies, 'I'm always nice to you.'