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I surrender ... I survive	By : Eva Category: G through L > JAG Views: 8337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I surrender ... I survive
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- 5-Part 5
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I surrender � I survive

Part 3
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It was the first night Tristan had slept through; Grams had not heard any sound from the master bedroom. She had gone downstairs to make breakfast when suddenly a sharp scream fd thd the house, followed by baby screams. She ran upstairs and was partly shocked, partly happy about what she saw.
xxx
Mac was standing pressed against the wall with Tristan pressed against her chest in a dark blue silk night gown. Then Gram noticed the man with the long hair and beard in the bed. �Harm?� Gram asked, unsure.
He looked from one side of the room to the other, from one woman to the other. He quickly slipped into his worn jeans and the dirty t-shirt.

Mac still tried to calm Tristan down, partly still in shock about her �pleasant� surprise.
With the jeans in his hands he made his way to the wardrobe and opened it, grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and a white shirt, boxers and socks and went into the bathroom. Not a word was said.
The baby didn�t stop crying even if he was more whimpering now. Mac had him pressed against her chest, softly whispering a lullaby to him.
xxx
Harm stood in the bathroom. He took a long hot shower, shaved and put some gel into his hair to look sportier and not like a beggar anymore. He even put some after shave on and took some of Renee�s hand cr�me. He cut his finger and toe nails and looked into the mirror after finishing. Now he was looking like a Navy man again. Clean. And, he had made his decision.
�Harm, we need to talk,� his Grandma said from outside the bathroom.

�No.�

�Yes.�

�No.�

�He�s your son. Your flesh and blood and he needs you.�

�She already has him. He�s yours,� he said, �because I will not come back. You�ll be good to him Mac. I know you will. Now it is time for me to leave. You can have your job back, mine too. There is no need for me anymore, never has been.� He finished and stepped out of the bathroom. �And I see you moved on. Slept your way �round. I always knew you�d be like that, just never wanted to believe it.� He opened the wardrobe again and pulled a big bag out and a suitcase from under the bed.

Mac handed Tristan to Gram.

�You cannot leave,� Mac said.

�I can, you also left.�

�But ��

�No buts � it�s all yours, the house, Tristan � you can also name him differently, he isn't baptised yet � tob, ob, Gram, mom, everybody. That�s the prize you get.�

�For what?�

�For the decision you made.�

�What do you mean?�

�The decision you made when you left.�

�I left because you had everything you always wanted.�

�I don�t care anymore. It�s all gone.�

�Nothing is gone,� Mac said angrily.

�Everything�

�And Tristan, what about him?� Mac tried to ask with a steady voice.

�I don�t care. It is up to you, Grandma and Mom. My name is, still, on the birth certificate. I�ll pay, let you live here. I do not want to see him,� he said angrily, �or you.�

�He�s a baby. You cannot just leave. You married Renee because of him.�

�It�s none of your business why I married Renee. It�s all gone now.�

Grams went over to Harm and held Tristan into his face but Harm pushed her softly away and took a couple of steps backwards. �Don�t try it. Where I go there is no place or need for him. At all, as soon as I am finished, I am off.�

�Where to?� Mac asked, now with an unsteady voice.

�Patrick Henry, back to ac fli flight status.�

�Yont ynt your son to grow up without a father,� she nearly screamed at him angrily.

�Like I told you three hundred times before, I do not fucking care what will happen to him. If you want him, you can have him, if not; give him to mom, granny or whoever you want. I don�t care, you didn�t either when you left. You left in the moment I was filled with happiness, sadness, fear, passion and hope. But obviously you�ll have all that soon for yourself. I have to say that you�ve been quite fast.�

�Twins,� Mac nearly whispered.

�So it doesn�t matter if there are two or three anymore,� he said sarcastically.

�Is that what you want? Me raising your child? Another Rabb without a father. Is that your plan?�

�I didn�t plan that at all.� He put some shirts and trousers into the suitcase, shirts into the bag. �I told you before that it is only up to you what you want to do with Tristan.�

�You are a selfish bastard,� Mac yelled, �What are you id oid of, taking care of a helpless creature?�
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Slowly Mac went the stairs down, a hand resting protectively over her belly, towards the garden. She needed some fresh air, cold and fresh air. She opened the door and stepped outside, into the morning air of a cold and fresh December morning, in her silky, short nightgown, barefoot.

Snow had fallen overnight and was covering the garden like a bride is covered by toftyofty silkiness of her white wedding gown.
Minutes passed.

She didn�t feel the coldness of the snow or the cat that danced around her ankles.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, Gram�s.

�You have to go inside my dear or you�ll catch pneumonia and we wouldn�t want that. Would we?�

Mac only nodded in response.
Without a word she headed towards Tristan�s crib and started to feed him a bottle, staring out of a window, clad in one of Renee�s robes. Now she let the tears of anger and pain roll down the rosy cheeks of hers.
xxx
Harm stood at the first step of the staircase looking at his grandmother who shot him an angry look. Then she went towards him.
�You are a selfish bastard, she was right,� Grams said straight to his face, �the most egoistic man I've ever met. I lost my Dad in World War One; I wasn�t much older than Tristan was. I never met him. We never had a chance to know each other. But at least I have had a mother.� She said with a sigh.

�Gram, it is test est for him, for all sides, if I go now. She will raise him like one of hers, without any conflicts. I will take care of the birth certificate and let it be corrected respectively if that doesn�t work, I will send her the adoption papers for Tristan, whatever I get first.�

�And your mom?�

�This is not about her or anybody else. I knew Mac would come wherever she had been. She will find a way to talk her boyfriend or hubby into it.�
�There is nobody,� Grams said in reply.

�I don�t care,� Harm said and walked slowly into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. �I will sleep here tonight and tomorrow at ten my flight leaves for the Patrick Henry and from there I will move to a carrier in the Gulf of Kuwait.�

�You always take the easiest way out.�

�No, I don�t grandma, just the best for Tristan,� he took a sip of the coffee, �she was born to be a mother and she will be a good mother to him. She won�t make any differences,� Harm said softly.

�But, what about *your* son? How will Mac be able to �?�

�It will be taken care of, all of it, insurances, College everything, Mum said so. And the salary is good if you are in active duty. The house is paid for and I told her that she can stay here. There is enough space for five, six people.�

�But there will not be more than four,� she replied sadly, �you just don�t see it Harm. You are blind in this case. She came to talk to you and you leave without listening to her.�

He didn�t reply but sipped further on his coffee.

�How will she be able to raise three babies on her own?�

�She should have thought about that before getting that preggers.�

Grams stood up from her chair, the fists on the table. �I really cannot believe that you are my grandson. � My son was a caring father to you and you leave your son behind! Who are you?�

�He has Mac, I told you. She can give him everything I never will be able to.� Grams just shook her head. �I already called the Admiral; he will give her, her old job back, chief of staff and everything, all insurances, the same as before she left.�

�And that is what she wants?�

�She left because of me, if yes, and then she wants her old Marine job back.� He didn�t dare to look into his grandma�s eyes.

�Have you ever thought about what she might think of all this here?� she asked and waved her hand around, �Of course she likes Tristan. He was alone and tooktook care of him. If not Mac, somebody else would have done it. Mac went through a lot over the last few weeks, and stress is the last thing she needs now. I only want you to talk to her Harm, talk to her, tell her what you feel and *why* you left. She needs to know it Harm. She will take care of Tristan, of course she will, she adores *your* little boy but she needs to know it.�

�Why should I?�

�Because you never told her that Renee was back.� Suddenly Harm turned around, a shocked impression on his face.

�I did.�

�No, you didn�t.�
�Hell yes, I did,� he said angrily in disbelieve.

�Wayouryour voice, Harm.�

�I did, 100 percent sure.�

�Nevertheless, she never got the message.�

�But she left without any message.�

�Probably she had her reasons.� Harm sat back down next to the table.

�How far along is she?�

�Twenty-six weeks.�

A pregnant silence filled the room.

�She was already pregnant when she left, pregnant at AJ�s Birthday party,� Harm nearly whispered.

Harm thought about how she acted, how early she left. She had never crossed his or Renee�s paths during the last days of her stay � never till he announced that he�d become a father. She didn�t even speak to him after that, just a quick congratulations and then she left.

�I do not know the details Harm, I've not asked for them. But I am sure she will tell you if you just ask her.�

He looked up towards his grey-haired grandma, �I don�t care. It is none of my business.�

�You should, you already did enough damage to your relationship.�
�We do not have any kind of relationship.�

�Okay,� she said furiously, �do whatever you think you should do but do not ask for your son in ten, twenty or thirty years, if you leave now. And if somebody shoots you down over Kuwait, do not think that we�ll give you a big ceremony at Arlington because if you leave without speaking to her before you leave, then you aren�t my grandson anymore.� She finished and left the room.
xxx
Tristan was a good boy, Mac told herself every hour. At 8 pm she gave him his bottle and put him down to sleep. Grams had helped her to move the new baby bed over to �Mac�s� bedroom.

Before coming back to Washington Mac never had been a TV series fan, but slowly she adjusted to this new behaviour because it was more relaxing than reading in her situation at the moment. Even after finding Renee�s collection of really bad trashy romance novels, she decided to skip them, not even Harm�s crime and thriller collection really got her into something � now she was resting, legs up, watching some forensic show set in Vegas.

She had noticed today that she got tired more easily, that her leg and back hurt more day by day and she felt like having less energy in her. She realised that she got more emotional, she hated it. Marines don�t act like that. Marines never get themselves into such disasters.

After the second forensic show she slowly went upstairs, with a glass of milk.
xxx
When the cap driver let him out in front of his house he saw that it was dark except for the guest bedroom his grandma had used the night before.

He'd had three beers with Sturgis and Bud and a couple of Tequila shots with a leggy, busty blond whose name he couldn�t remember. Was it Maggie? Jenny? Tammy? But he remembered the long blond hair and the tits to crawl in, with a smile on his lips.
He slowly went upstairs, leaving his shoes somewhere between the door and the staircase, the jacket followed by gloves.
And when he arrived on the first floor he heard soft music playing from Mac�s room and some light from the open door on the floor. Without making any sound he made his way towards the open door and lurked inside.
In the one corner he saw the baby bed with his sleeping son, his son. And then his eyes wandered over the bed without a comforter on it, and a special arrangement of cushions - slowly gliding over the lightened fireplace towards the woman sitting on the loveseat in the other corner, putting cr�me on.

His eyes were growing wide. He was staring at Mac, a nearly nude Mac. She was only wearing a silk-lace whi which was pushing her full breasts up and together. He wondered about their weight and if this bra wasn�t too tight on her. He also thought about how it would be to take it off, slowly opening it in the back, pushing the straps down, slowly, softly placing kisses on her shoulder, his big hands holding and massaging her breasts, teasing her dark nipples which he could outline from the white lace.
He started to lean against the wooden frame of the door. Mac was softly whispering something, or was singing while she put more cr�me on her big belly. She was yet bigger than Renee had ever been, but her belly was different, not full of stretch marks like Renee�s had been. Renee had been proud of each, not caring about a new one. He didn�t see a single one on Mac�s.

Her hands were slowly dancing over her growing flesh, applying some pressure from time to time. The next thing she did was rub her hands in the towel next to her. Then she slowly put her hands behind her, and it happened, she opened the bra and let the straps glide down slowly.

Harm saw how her full breasts started to rest on her belly. God, he had never seen tits like this. She put some cr�me into her hands and started to rub them over them, slowly. He saw her nipples tighten by the coldness of the cr�me. She lifted one breast and rubbed cr�me on the underside and then the other.

Harm felt his jeans tighten; they really started to get uncomfortable. He had never seen breasts like that, ideas of what he could do to them were running amok in his head � how it would be to suck them slowly, softly biting and manipulating those dark and big areolas.
And suddenly she noticed him. She just stopped her hands and let them rest over her erected nipples. �Harm,� she whispered in embarrassment and tried her best to hide her near nudity.

But he came near her, standing in front of her within seconds, his eyes still fixed on her chest.
Mac noticed the bulk in his jeans. It couldn�t be overlooked.
There was a silence. Only the sound of the wood in the fire was to be heard and Tristan�s soft breathing.
�Please go Harm,� Mac pleaded.

�No I cannot; I have to see you Mac.�

Mac�s heart was pumping blood at double speed through her body. She was nervous, like a teenager, anxious about the next step, the next thing that would happen.

�Please Mac,� he said and leant down towards her ear.

But then she realised it. �Go Harm, you�ve been drinking.� This fact saddened her. She had really thought that he meant it.

�Yeah, I have had a couple of shots but who cares? Up from tomorrow I will be back to *real life* with my tomcat � baby.�

�Active status,� Mac only mumbled, remembering the last disaster when he stepped into a plane. He crashed into the ocean, she cancelled her wedding.

�Of course active status, what else should I do?�

�Stay here and take care of your son, let me move on with my own life,� she said, staring at the loveseat.

�If you want to move on, do it. But not before you let me see you. I want to see your body one very last time.�

�One very last? You never saw *me* before.�

�Who cares Mac? Stand up, put your hands away and let me see �,� and in the very next moment his lips were sealed on hers. He was working them, sitting down in front of Mac in the loveseat.

For a moment he thought he had made the worst mistake of all but in the very next Mac slowly opened her full lips and welcomed him. His hands removed hers over her nipples; he was teasing them with his fingers hard.
Mac softly pushed him away, �We cannot Harm, it is just not right.�

�But I need you,� he said while placing kisses all over her chest, �I need to fuck you,� he repeated and already had his fingers stroking her between the legs. Mac was able to control her moan anymore. She slowly let her back touch the backrest of the loveseat and close her eyes, letting herself feel him working her. And she moaned again.
He had pushed away the piece of silk and let his fingers wander into a neatly trimmed, partly waxed or shaved � he wasn�t sure � bush of black hair. He started to work one finger onto her clit, pushing at it with every breath she took. It didn�t take long and her body was shivering all over, her areolas pulled into tight buds.
xxx
The voice inside her told her to tell him to stop but she couldn�t. He was still a desirable man and she had wanted him half her life, up to six months ago, and now he was doing those incredible things to her with his hands, making her shiver and moan.

But she was still mad at him for what he had said this morning and he was drunk, not � oh, god � he was good at that.
xxx
�Let�s move this to the bed,� he whispered, �Mac. It will be more comfortable for you.� And in this moment her brain went shut down. He wanted her. Harmon Rabb Jr. wanted her.

�Harm, it isn't right.�

�It is, and I need to f��

�I get what you mean,� but she didn�t. She should have let him finish this line, he told himself, because if she would have asked him to leave the room.
With his help she got out of the loveseat and moved to the bed. Within the last steps he had pushed down her slip and massaged her breasts from behind. Harm pressed his still in jeans clad form against her muscular back. No more words were said.

He undressed himself and Mac sat down at the edge and watched him. When both were nude he started to outrace her tattoo softly with his fingertips.
xxx
She had noticed that he was a big boy in every way, impressive to be honest but this fact aroused her even more. It had been a long time, she told herself, and it will be uncomfortable and maybe even hurt a little. He just would have to go slow on her, not too hard.
�On hands and knees,� Harm said, his eyes gone all dark blue.
xxx
And then she was on her hands and knees and he was admiring her body. Within in seconds and less preparation he was in her, pressing himself completely into her. And she groaned and carefully tried to move, loosen herself a little but he didn�t want her to accommodate. He had never been in a tighter fit. It felt like his own hand was working him and they still hadn�t moved. He felt her pulsating, her blood pump through the small blood vessels surrounding him.
xxx

She felt the pain of him inside her, he was bigger than she expected or the last time she had sex was longer gone than she had thought � one way or the other, it was painful and uncomfortable but every groan was just a groan.

Harm didn�t ask if she liked it or not, if it hurt or not, if it was uncomfortable or not, he just speeded up, grabbed her breasts tightly that they hurt painfully and pressed her nipples together while his hips kept crashing into her forcefully.

�You like it hard, I have always known that,� he said in between moans. �You like it hard baby, yes.�
She didn�t reply. Mac tried to concentrate on the movements in her belly, to relax into his hard thrusts and not to tense.

The whole thing didn�t feel right. There was no passion, just lust on his side and need. Many thoughts were running through her head, what would have happened if the door would have been closed?
She felt his hands move on her, a hand gliding between her legs, and suddenly everything went dark, she shortly screamed an half loud �oh yes,� and crashed into the cushions.
xxx
The moment he felt Mac going limp, he pushed three more times into her and then he came hard. He groaned loudly, not caring about waking Tristan.
When he was finished, he hd tod to the bathroom and cleaned himself. Then he looked at Mac. She had rolled to her side, still naked. And he finally noticed the tattoo the first time for real, the roses, the art.

He noticed the dark lines under her eyes, her perfect hair and those soft but full lips which were slightly open. He noticed her belly and how her hand was resting on one place of it.
Harm sat down next to her sleeping form and put his big hand on her belly and there he felt the soft movement and jealousy rose in him.

�This wasn�t right, I slept with a woman who is pregnant with somebody else�s kids,� he mumbled and got up, �somebody else�s kids. She left pregnant without telling me. She fucked another guy and blames me not telling her about Renee. She fucked �,� he took a deep breath, and looked back a very last time, �she was fucking somebody else, like always, somebody else.�
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When Mac got up in the morning he was aly goy gone and it was just 6 am. The moment she had left the bed she felt the soreness between her legs, something she hadn�t felt in a long. Her breasts hurt and were bruised from his rough grasps. She threw the robe from the day before over and got Tristan who was smiling at her happily and headed towards the master bedroom.

All the bedclothes were put together on the floor and when she walked around, she noticed the rest of some clothes in tirepireplace. The moment she knelt down she remembered the material � blue cotton. Harm�s boxer shorts from the night before. Mac was confused.
Slowly she walked down and started on Tristan�s morning bottle when she noticed the sheet of paper pinned on the fridge.
�M.

You know that it was never meant to happen. You should have not let it happen. I was drunk. But it seemed easy for you to get into the right mood.

H.�

If there wouldn�t have been Tristan making funny sounds, she would have had a complete breakdown. He was implying, implying what she thought he was � she couldn�t believe it. With those lines he was telling her that she was a slut. Harmon Rabb Jr. was telling her, his former best friend that she was a slut.
xxx
Three weeks nearly passed and there was no word from Harm. Mac tried hard to forget the night they had spent together and the lines she had read in the morning and fell into a routine with Tristan.

Mac had been able to get her old Marine lawyer job back at JAG without really talking to AJ. He had called, saying that tomorrow she should be in at 800, she could bring Tristan with her and Harriet would bring a maternity uniform over.
So Mac started to clean the house a little bit and put some Christmas decorations here and there. She had found a full box in the cellar, and wondered if they were Harm�s or Renee�s, a lot was new and some pretty old.

And suddenly she had a small wooden plane in her hands with Harm�s name written over the side of it in child writing and tears started rolling over her cheeks.
The doorbelng ang and she suddenly tried too fast to get up and felt a sharp pain in her back, between stifles she got up, pressed on hand hard against her lower back and softly waddled towards the door. She opened it, thinking it would be Harriet but there was a foreigner in uniform in front of her.

Suddenly she went completely pale.

�Mrs. Rabb,� he asked with a deep voice. Mac dt knt know what to say but asked him in. Tristan started to cry and Mac went over to get him.

�What can I do for you Major MacNeill?�

�I am sorry to tell you though but Harmon Rabb Jr. Tomcat went missing over the Saudi Arabian Desert three days ago. Up to the very moment no troop was able to find the plane or him in person. I am sorry to tell you this, just two days before Christmas but it was my duty.�

Mac was silent, softly shivering. Tristan didn�t stop crying. �Calm down baby, calm down, daddy will be found,� she whispered while rubbing his back. �You don�t have to be sorry Major, I am a marine myself I know what duty means.�

�The chances are pretty low. I was given this letter to hand it over to you. If you will not hear from us within the next two days, you shall open it.�

�How low are the chances?� she asked a little confused.

�The nights are pretty cold at the desert at this time of the year, and if he survived the crash, if there was one, without injuries he may freeze to death.�

�Thank you.�
The Major handed Mac the envelope with her name scribbled over it. It was thick and white, probably more than one page of calling her bad words- maybe the birth certificof Tof Tristan or some other legal stuff.
xxx
Harriet ranged the ball and after the second attempt she opened the door and stepped in. Mac had fallen asleep on the sofa; Tristan was awake in the crib. She noticed Mac�s red rimmed eyes. She walked towards her and put the quilt over her sleeping body and took Tristan and walked with the baby towards the study and nursed him a bottle.
She had fallen in love with Tristan the day he was born, not caring about Renee. She never had liked her, never, not even the moment she got married to Harm. And deep inside she had always blamed Mac�s leaving on Harm�s way to deal with emotions and problems � burying them deep inside, till its too late.
She wandered a little through the kitchen, cleaned some stuff up and always had an eye on Mac. Then she crossed the shelf with a calendar on it, soing ing she hadn�t seen before. She took it off and sat down on one of the chairs. Okay, she told herself, it�s not fair to sneak into Mac�s calendar but who knows what plans she has?

Mac had put Tristan�s weight gain in exactly like she had been told when Harriet and she had been at a doctor, also her own on a weekly base witme mme measurements. And when she turned over she read Harm�s note which was pinned towards the end of it.
xxx
Mac was over at Harriet�s for a tree decorating party. After Harriet had read the note she had called everybody and organised it for the next day. She didn�t want Mac to be alone on the 24th and Harm�s Grandma had told her on the phone that the whole family, as Trish with her husband and herself would be there on the 25th in the very early morning, so Mac wouldn�t be alone.
Mac was wearing some red number, no not a small red number, but a comfortable one Harriet had talked her in buying. She looked fantastic in it. It went down to her knees in dark red velvet and had an empire waist, the d�collet� cut in a deep V. Harriet twice caught Bud staring at it and slapped him on the butt.
Everybody was sitting together, little AJ holding Tristan�s hand when suddenly the door bell rang. Harriet went to answer it. A man in uniform was standing in front of her, Major Geoffrey Custer, he asked for Mrs. Harmon Rabb. Harriet had to brace herself against the door not to get a black out.

�Mac, could you come here for a minute.�

�Sure,� she replied, �give me five to get out of this sofa.�

�No Mac, it�s important.�

Within a couple of moments later Mac was standing there, Tristan on her arm with a bottle in the other hand, the admiral at her side.

�Mrs. Rabb?� he asked her.

�What can we do for you?� the admiral asked in return and the Major just looked confused.

�Admiral AJ Chegwidden, she is working under my command.�

�It�s a private matter, Admiral.�
�Nevertheless, we are also friends. So tell me what you have to say,� Mac countered.

The foreigner studied Mac carefully, not saying a word.

�Don�t you want to sit down, Ma�m?�

�I guess not.�

�Well I am sorry to tell you this, but Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. went missing three days ago, with his tomcat, over the Saudi Arabian desert. All rescue troops came home without any message.�

If there wouldn�t have been AJ�s strong arm around Mac�s back, she would have crashed into the floor. Quickly Harriet took Tristan from her arms and Sturgis came running to help AJ carrying her to the sofa.

�Come in Major,� Harriet said and gathered him inside the living room.

Mac was put on the sofa and Budd brought a big glass of cold water. �Let her drink it, it works,� he commented on it.

�Major, may you tell us exactly what happened?�

�Sir, of course. He should not have been flying that deep into thabiaabian Desert, just Kuwait and some parts of Yemen but he flew in and he must have gotten shot down or something like that. We have no exact reports on it, Sir. But as you may know, it gets very cold at this time of the year in the Arabian Desert, so if he got shot down and is wounded��

�Right, we do not need any more details, I get what you want to tell me. She doesn�t need to hear more in her situation,� the Major just nodded, �so I want you to inform me in person about any news. Please do not call her, talk to me first. We do not want her to get into an early delivery or something like that; she is not far enough with the twins yet.�

�Of course Sir, I can handle this.�
After the man left they took very good care of Mac. She was crying and talked no word to anybody, only cried and sobbed. The men had brought her to one of the guestrooms upstairs and she lay curled up like a ball at the centre of the bed and cried silently.

Everybody had known that they had a strong bond in between them but everybody was shocked about this reaction of Mac, only Harriet understood.

She silently stepped towards Mac and sat down besides her starting to trace loose circles on her back.

�They will find him Mac, I am hundred percent sure,� she whispered a couple of times softly. �They will find him and you two will get time to talk about everything that happened in the last weeks.�

�But what if they don't?� Mac asked between hiccups and sobs.

�They will find him; you just have to believe in it.�

Harriet lay down behind Mac and started those lose circles on her belly. She felt the soft movement inside and whispered all over again into her ear, that they will find Harm whatever it will cost.
xxx
END PART 3
AN: Okay I didn�t plan going this way in the beginning but it somehow fit. So do not be sad, we will find him, somehow, some day.
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