(Sorry it's been a while, some uppity stuff, because I want some happiness after that series finale (satisfying, but upsetting to me) Anyway please enjoy! Love the reviews and the love! Thank you! If you get a chance check out my newest story! Enjoy friends!)

"Marshall it's your God damn mother again!" Mary whispered, holding her vibrating cell phone up to Marshall's face.

"Answer it." He coaxed, pushing the blackberry back toward his fiancé, smiling a little.

"And say what? Oh sorry we're running late Mrs. Mann, we're waiting for some freakin blood test results we already KNOW THE RESULTS OF!" Mary's volume heightened as she poked her head out the door of the office of her OB-GYN. "We haven't told them anything, can't we just keep it that way! I don't want them to find a reason to stay for another week!"

Marshall sighed. How they had convinced him to let them stay longer he didn't know. What he did know, was because of some mysterious phenomena his mother had loved Mary, had taken right to Norah and Norah took to her as well. It was scary really; he had an overwhelming inkling that they would hate each other, and times like these made him wonder if it would have been better that way.

"Doofus she calls, when she's not calling, she's texting or leaving voicemails! Christ, I'm glad your mother doesn't hate me, but this is getting out of hand, yesterday she asked me if I wanted lunch money before I left for work… not only is that creepy, but lunch money? Maybe if she had offered car payment it would be a different story, I can't take this!"

"Mare, they have a flight for Thursday morning, you'll survive, but you know we'll have to tell them about your pregnancy before they leave. If my mother gets any suspicion that we knew you were pregnant the entire time she was living under the same roof, she'll feel betrayed, as if we were hiding it-

"She wouldn't be wrong…" Mary's green eyes glittered with frustration, her nostrils flaring with every breath she took.

"If you don't want to talk to her, just ignore it, turn off your phone or something…" he suggested, scooting to the edge of his seat as the sound of footsteps came nearer to their exam room. Mary tossed her phone to Marshall when the door opened, remembering Dr. Reese hated whenever she fiddled with her blackberry around her.

"So Mary, I definitely didn't expect to see you here at all, yet alone so soon. If I remember correctly, you told me you'd 'rather be abstinent than to ever know what it feels like for another human being to come out of you'…"

"Yeah, I- I did say that didn't I?" She rubbed her neck, her cheeks burning as Marshall chuckled from his seat.

Dr. Reese turned to the source of the pleasant sound of Marshall's laugh,

"And you are?"

"Marshall Mann, I'm her fiancé." He said it with such pride and accomplishment, it made Mary roll her eyes,

"Nice to meet you!" she responded shaking his hand,

"Now you two, as you already know, Mary you are in fact pregnant, your hormone levels look great, but I want to take a look and perform an ultra sound and I'll send you on your way, sound good?"

"Dandy." Mary smirked, the paper from the exam table crinkling under her weight as she positioned herself correctly, dreading the all too familiar stirrups. "Hey doofus, would you mind standing up here, near my top half? No offense doc, but that is a piss poor place to have a chair. That's like a demented version of front row seating, a nasty twist to three dimensions-

"She gets the idea." Marshall nodded, stopping her from continuing as he made his way to the other side of the room.

"Okay, Mary, let me just take a look down here…" Mary grimaced as the doctor covered her legs with a sterile sheet, knowing all too well what was coming next, she thought she'd be used to it by now. "Well you've healed very nicely from Norah…" The doctor responded a few moments later, Mary blushed a bright shade of red, and she could have sworn Marshall was holding back another one of his chuckles. "Good, now let me just get the ultrasound all set up…" she said, ripping her gloves off, revealing her manicured hands.

"So what do you say partner, will I be allowed to frame this ultrasound and place it on my desk?"

"Oh c'mon Marshall! You are not displaying my uterus to anyone around the WITSEC office! Nuh uh, nooo way!"

"I just figured it was worth a shot to ask you…Mare about my parents…"

"Doofus, if you want to tell them, we can… I just."

"You just what?" he asked, moving out of Dr. Reese's way.

"I don't- I don't want them to hate me, I mean you're parents just don't seem like the kinda folks who expect their son to get someone pre-wedding pregnant…" she mumbled.

"Oh… So you're not afraid they won't like you, you're afraid they'll be ashamed of me? Mary, my parents, they just want me to be happy, well, my dad wants be to in the U.S Marshal hall of fame… but my mom, she doesn't have any grandchildren… She loves being around Norah, why would this baby be any different?"

"I-

Dr. Reese interrupted,

"This gel will be a little cold Mary."

"Gotchya Doc- Marshall, no offense, but if my son told me, he's engaged to his partner, plays daddy to her daughter AND is having another with her, I'd just about keel over!" She continued.

"Relax, Mare, they'll be thrilled…." He reassured.

…

"Mom, Dad? We're home!" Marshall yelled as he shut the door.

Mary sighed, bracing herself to tell them where they actually were. She figured they'd be a little suspicious if they turned up with no groceries after spending so much time 'marketing'.

"My goodness, Marshall! Mary honey, where have you been?"

"Yeah… you're really gonna get a kick outta this one.." Mary snorted. She began to dig through her purse for the envelope containing the three printed copies of the sonogram. Just in case they needed proof. After all it was still a little unbelievable to her, and she was the one unable to keep solids down.

"Is everything all right?" Mrs. Mann furrowed her brow, much like Marshall did when he was worriedly curious.

"Oh yeah, nothing's wrong I- well, you know, nothing wrong per say, I guess it's really how you look at it, I don't-

Mary struggled to find the appropriate words, causing Marshall's mother to come closer and closer, until she was so close Mary could feel her breath, which didn't make it any easier-

Marshall, why don't you take this one!" She threw the situation at him, making a B-line to the opposite side of the room. Trying to settle her stomach once more, Mary couldn't stand someone breathing on her on a normal day, and unfortunately for her, Mrs. Mann didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space.

"Well umm, Mare, can I have that envelope?" he asked, extending his hand out as far as possible. Seth stood in the corner farthest away from everyone, staring intently at his son, awaiting for the stuttering Marshall to spit out whatever he was about to say.

Mary handed Marshall the ultrasounds, face down, so that the quirky label, "Baby's First picture" couldn't be seen by Marshall's parents.

"What are those?" they both questioned simultaneously, Seth's deep voice overpowering his wife's as though he were far more curious.

"I'm getting to that!" Marshall snapped, fumbling with the folded seal.

"Oh c'mon doofus, I'm even getting cranky from the anticipation and I already know what the hell is going on!" Mary snatched away the envelope, tearing it open just gently enough not to rip the sonogram itself.

She handed the picture to , while Marshall stood, his hands on his hips, his eyes searching for an expression on his mother's face as she looked over the photograph.

"Is this?"

"A picture of my uterus?" Mary inquired, not expecting his mother to look up with such a naïve, confused expression. "Look." Mary pointed, "That's an arm, the head-

"She's pregnant!" Marshall smiled, pulling Mary awkwardly closer to him, making Mary huff a little in exasperation and roll her eyes again.

"Really?" Seth asked from the corner.

"Really. Not what you expected Sir?" Mary asked, searching for his approval, suddenly fearing that maybe it was anger in his tone rather than disbelief.

"That's- That's wonderful you two!" Mrs. Mann sang, catching Mary off guard with a

hug.

…

took a little longer to come around to the idea, he sat silently at dinner, sending Marshall into a downward spiral as the night slowly progressed. When he asked his son to go for a walk with him, Mary wasn't sure where it would head, nor did she want Marshall to go at all, because that meant time with his mom. She didn't like spending time with her own mom, and although Mrs. Mann was everything Jinx wasn't, she still didn't like the idea of being alone with her.

"I always knew Marshall would find someone, whether it was Abigail or not, but between you and me, I didn't want him with her…" she giggled as she confided to Mary..

"I was relieved, but don't tell him that, I dreaded every phone call I had with him until it was over, because I was so afraid one day he'd tell me he proposed to her… now honey, no one is that perfect, even my Marshall."

There was a strange silence that filled the air, meanwhile Mary busied herself playing with Norah's toes.

"My Marshall will make such a good daddy."

"Will? He is a good Daddy." Mary added with no effort, tickling Norah's tiny foot, she hadn't even had to think about it, the way he was with her daughter, suddenly she was ashamed. Ashamed for acting the way she had, like it was horrible to be pregnant again, because it wasn't. If she had to have a baby with anyone, it would be Marshall, and that's exactly what was happening. Underneath the nausea and the backache she was happy.

Mary still didn't have a clue what Marshall and Seth's talk was about, and she assumed Marshall would never tell her. They came back, Marshall was in one piece and Mr. Mann was even smiling a little, that's all she had to see.

…

Marshall strolled into the WITSEC office, whistling a tune unfamiliar to Mary.

"They get on the plane okay doof for brains?" his partner asked, typing on her computer, the tapping of the keys filling the silence of the quiet office.

"Yeah, they said they'll miss you, and mom said to expect a phone call sometime soon. She wants updates on her grandbaby."

"And you told her?" Mary looked up at him hopefully, crossing her fingers, praying he had let her down easily, begging to the heavens he had told her Mary wasn't the conversation type.

"You'd be looking forward to her call." He smirked, taking a seat at his desk.

"MARSHALL!" she complained.

"Oh, she'll forget about it, don't worry…" he played.

"Forget? I have heard nothing but stories about the day you were born since we told them and she you have the audacity to tell me she supposedly forgets? I gave birth to Norah less than a year ago and I made myself forget that experience and she remembered it from forty years ago! Jesus Christ, what did you get me into?" She sighed, leaning back in her chair, awaiting Marshall's defensive rebuttal.

But it didn't come, he sat, his head cocked to the right side, staring down at his desk.

Mary smiled, realizing what he had caught sight of.

"Surprised?" she pushed, eager to see his reaction to the gift she had put on his desk.

"Mare, I though you didn't want me to-

"Well, I convinced myself maybe it wouldn't be so bad, plus who's gonna see it, Stan? Jeez, he probably won't even be able to tell what it is…I'll convince him it's some abstract art…." She chuckled mischievously.

Marshall took the little gift in his hands, a smirk spreading across his face,

"You framed the ultrasound for me?"