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| Title:Thank God For Small Miracles Rating: G Spoilers: None Summary: This title means two things: 1. Mac delivers her baby and 2. It's absolutely angst free!! "I feel like I weigh 500 pounds!" Harm looked up from his paper work as his wife slowly lowered herself onto the couch. "Exaggerating a bit, are we?" She glared at him. "Next child we have, you're going to carry it." "Sounds like a plan," he replied with a chuckle. He got up and went over to sit by her, placing a hand on her swollen stomach. "He's kicking hard." "No shit!" Mac said. She smiled up at him. "How do you know this baby is going to be a boy?" Harm shrugged. "I don't know for certain, but I can hope, can't I?" "Don't get your hopes too high, Sailor. I seem to have a track record with girls. Remember, we have four." "I know," Harm said with a laugh. "And they are the most beautiful children I've ever seen." He kissed her lips. "They do get their looks from their mother." "GIVE THAT BACK, TRISHA!" "NO, MINE!" "MOOOOMMY!" Mac was about to get up, but Harm put a hand on her shoulder. "Rest. I'll take care of this." Harm arrived in the twin's room to see Christiana setting her version of Mac's glare on Trisha. "THAT'S MINE, TRISHA! GIVE IT BACK!" Harm winced. She seemed to have his wife's wonderful lungs as well. "Girls, that's enough!" "Daddy, Trisha won't--" "She's being mean, Daddy--" "Girls! Girls, calm down, I can't understand if you talk at the same time," Harm said. "Now, Christiana, go ahead." Trisha crossed her arms and listened as Christiana told her side of the story. "I was playing with my Barbie doll when Trisha just came up to me and took it away. I asked her to let me finish playing then she could have it, but she won't give it back." "Nu uh! That's not what happened!" Trisha replied. "This is MY Barbie and I was playing with it!" Harm sighed. They had so many barbies and the freaking things looked the same. "Do you want me to take away all your barbies?" The girls shook their heads. "Give me the one you have, Trisha." She slowly walked over to him and handed the doll to him. He then picked up one that was lying on the floor near some legos. Putting them behind his back, he asked Christiana to pick a hand. "Right!" Christiana said. "Okay," Harm replied. He gave Christiana the barbie that was in his right hand. He was glad that the dolls had the same outfit on because they couldn't recognize the one that had caused all the trouble. Trisha smiled as she took the other. "Thank you, Daddy!" ************* "Dad, watch!" Evelyn ordered as she rode her bike up the driveway. She skidded to a halt a few feet away from him. Harm smiled. "You learned so fast," he commented. "Are you ready for school to start next week?" Evelyn scrunched her nose. "I'm ready, but that doesn't mean I want to go. I won't know anybody. They're going to be mean to me cause I'm two years younger." "What makes you say that, Evie?" Harm asked. He knew she was a bit sensitive about being so smart and advancing a grade. "That's how it always is. I was at the playground yesterday and I met some of the kids in my class. They already knew about me. I'm the geeky nerd who's supposed to be in third grade." Harm walked over to her and knelt to her height. "Honey, you can't worry about what other people think. If you do that all your life, you'll never be who you want to be. Do you understand?" Evelyn nodded. "I think I do, Dad. Thanks." "Daddy!" Serena cried, running out the door. "It's Mommy, she's dying!" "What?" Harm exclaimed, but then calmed himself. She wasn't dying, she was going into labor. ************** Four anxious little girls sat in the waiting room with Uncle AJ. Bud and Harriet had taken their children to Disney World for the summer. "What's going on?" Trisha asked Chegwidden. "Mommy was hurting." "The baby is going to arrive soon. You'll have to ask your Dad for more details," he replied chuckling to himself. Harm came out a few minutes later, beaming with pride. Evelyn rushed over to him. "Well? Were you right?" "Yeah, you girls have a little brother." They squealed in delight. "Calm down," he said with a laugh. "When can we see him?" Serena asked. Christiana tilted her head to one side. "What are we going to call him?" "Nicholas." Chegwidden shook Harm's hand. "Congratulations," he said. "I hope, with his help, you can keep these women in check. You're not doing a very good job of it by yourself." Harm laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, sir." ************** Chegwidden had taken the girls home and planned on staying with them until Harm returned after visiting hours. Now, as Mac slept peacefully, Harm was holding his son in his arms. "Hey, Nicholas," he said. Nicholas just stared up at him. He had his mother's chocolate brown eyes and a small patch of black hair. "It's just you and me against five girls, you think we can handle it?" Nicholas' response was small grunt so Harm took it as a yes. "You really think you can, Sailor?" Harm over at his wife. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough," Mac replied. Harm got up and handed her their son. "He's very handsome. Oh no!" "What?" Harm said, eyes wide in fear. Mac laughed. "Calm down, Harm. I was just noticing that little Nicholas here has your nose. We might need plastic surgery." "Shut up, Mac." Harm smiled at his wife and son. "I have to get going. The girls are waiting for me. I promised them I'd sit through a Powerpuff Girls marathon." "Yeah, you're really handling it," Mac said sarcastically. Instead of replying, Harm bent down and kissed her on the lips. "I give you four beautiful girls and a handsome son and all you can do is tease me." "That's because I love you, Harmon Rabb." "I love you too, Sarah." |
