Six Months later
It was a warm autumn Sunday morning when Harm awoke with an uneasy feeling. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something about the day that wasn't right. He got up, showered and dressed and looked out his window. He had his answer.
A small, beautiful butterfly, with golden wings and purple markings, fluttered up to the glass, as if to kiss him, and then flew off.
"Letisha!" he said exclaimed to an empty apartment. He grabbed the small memorial booklet Sondra had sent to him. Today was her birthday and he knew there was one place he had to go.
He picked up the phone to call Mac, he wanted her to go with him, he needed her to, but there was no answer. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door. There was Mac with two helium filled butterfly balloons in her hand.
"Morning Flyboy," she said kissing him quickly.
"Hi Mac, I wasn't expecting to see you this morning. Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, much better. Anyway it's Letisha's birthday today and I thought you'd be heading there and I wanted to come, if that's okay?"
"That's more than okay," he said scooping her up in his arms. "Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Not today." She smiled playfully.
"Well, Sarah MacKenzie, I love you." He gazed into her eyes, sighing deeply. He loved her desperately, she was the shining light in an otherwise dark period of his life.
"I know you do. Now are we going?" She said, bringing him back to the present.
"Don't you have something to say to me?" he asked, eyebrow arched.
"Well, I guess I love you too." She replied in an exaggerated manner.
"You guess?" Harm asked.
"I love you, Harmon Rabb Junior." She kissed him and headed to the door.
"Sarah," he called, pulling her back to him. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve having you in my life but I do know that without you I would never have gotten through these last six months. You were a Godsend and I'll never forget what you have done for me." He kissed her again and they left.
St Anne's Graveyard.
Harm and Mac stood wrapped in each others arms next to the small grave adorned with butterfly motifs. Mac attached the strings of the balloons to a small rock next to the tombstone and the helium butterflies floated peacefully around. Harm retrieved the worn piece of paper from his jacket pocket, the one Harriet had shared with him when this tragedy first occurred.
"Mac, do you mind if I read this?" he asked quietly.
"What is it?" She hadn't seen the paper before.
"It's the poem Harriet gave me the day I told her about the accident." Tears filled his eyes, it may have been six months ago but is felt like yesterday.
"No, go ahead." She nestled closer to him.
"Go ahead Mr Rabb," a voice said from behind. They turned quickly..
"Sondra!" exclaimed Harm. "Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude, we just…"
"Don't apologise, Mr Rabb. I'm glad you are here. Please read your poem," Sondra replied.
Harm unfolded the paper carefully. He had read it so often he knew it verbatim but he knew he would have to rely on the paper today.
whispered wish of remembrance
Silent words of loss
A song of good bye
An unspoken prayer for lasting peace
A message of hope
Rejoice for the spirit that has passed.
Release the sorrow and the sadness.
Rebuild a life again.
from your cocoon so gently placed
Sensing the freedom in the waiting sky
Wings open and quickly a flight
A drift in the air
dancing with the wind
Aglow in the sunlight.
The message of hope
Touching the spirit
Teaching to begin anew
Transforming the wish into hope
on the radiant wing of a butterfly.
When he finished he carefully folded the paper and put it back in his pocket, he could now return it to Harriet.
"Mr Rabb, that was beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with Letisha."
"We'll go and let you spend some time with Leitisha," Mac offered.
"Thank you, dear," replied Sondra. Mac kissed her and walked away. Harm stayed a few minutes more with Sondra and then, with a few long strides, caught up to Mac. Neither of them spoke until they were back in the car.
Mac fiddled with her handbag but when she realised Harm hadn't started the engine she looked over at him. He was staring at her oddly.
"What's the matter, Flyboy?" He said nothing. "Earth to Harm, come in Harm." She waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oh, uh," he said, blinking and sitting back in the seat.
"Harm, something wrong?" Mac asked concerned. She reached out and took his hand.
"I don't think so," he replied, looking at their hands.
"Then why the space cadet routine?" She touched his chin and he raised his head, she couldn't read his expression.
"Sorry, Sondra just said something and it threw me." He shook his head, trying to find his own clarity.
"And what did Sondra say?" asked Mac.
"Ahh, um, she said you were pregnant," Harm answered, not believing the words he was saying.
"She did, did she?" Mac smiled.
"Well?" Harm's eyes widened, she hadn't said no.
"Well, what?" Mac teased.
"Are you pregnant?" Harm asked, hopes and prayers intermingling.
"No, I'm not." Mac said and smiled wistfully.
"Oh," he said disappointed.
"Well, to be correct I should say I'm not pregnant but we are." She watched her words register in his brain.
"We're pregnant," he repeated, not daring to move in case this was a dream.
"Yes." Mac confirmed.
"You and I, we?" Harm asked, his blue eyes beginning to glisten.
"Yes." Mac confirmed again and squeezed his hand.
"Me and you?" Harm repeated again.
"Anyway you phrase it Flyboy, you got me pregnant." Mac laughed.
"How…how did I do that?" asked Harm stunned given Mac's near impossible chance of natural conception.
"Commander Rabb, do I need to give you a talk on the birds and the bees?" Mac raised her eyebrow and shifted back in her seat.
"No, no, I just meant…" Harm couldn't find the right words.
"I know. Are you happy?" Mac edged closer to him.
"Ecstatic. You?" he answered, coming closer.
"Yep." Mac whispered.
"It's a miracle." Harm said, and indeed that was true.
"Yep." Mac whispered again.
"How far along are we?" Harm's mind began racing.
"We are fourteen weeks along." Mac answered, her ultrasound had confirmed it two days ago.
"Wow!" was the only thing Harm could think to say.
A few moments of silence ensues before the logic, lawyer side kicked in.
"We have so much to do. We have to decide where we are going to live and decorate a nursery and names, I mean the kid has to have a name and schools and … and…" Harm's words came pouring out.
"Whoa, Harm!" Mac put her finger to his lips.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Let's start with the simple things." Mac instructed quietly.
"Yeah, of course. Like what?" he asked, desperate to do anything Mac wanted, after all, she was carrying his baby.
"First you could kiss me and tell me you love me." Mac said, leaning into him.
Harm dutifully obeyed.
"And I have picked a name," she said, her smile as broad as could be.
"Already?" Harm asked.
"I came across it in a name book at the OBGYNs. Vanessa!" Mac exclaimed.
"Vanessa? Is it a girl?" His eyes widened, a baby girl, that would be amazing.
"I don't know yet but if it is I'd like Vanessa." Mac replied, taking Harm's hand and running it over the bump.
"Why? I mean it's a nice name but not one I'd have thought of." He stared intently at Mac's abdomen.
"It was never on my baby names list either," Mac answered, drawing his head up and looking into his eyes, "but it means butterfly."
"In that case, it's perfect."
They kissed as the helium balloons floated upwards, uniting the butterfly in heaven with one about to come to earth.
Poem: Kristi A Dyer / Message of Hope