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Mac lets them in and rubs her temples lightly before stripping out of her clothes. She hasn't gotten sick yet but she's still queasy and a little dizzy and thinks that feeling hot is only going to contribute to that. Once she's in her underwear, she crawls into bed and buries her head beneath the pillow.

"I am completely unequipped for life."

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He doesn't need much urging to kiss her again, fingers pushing into her hair as he shifts closer.

Mac curls her hand against his back and whimpers a little, falling into the kiss even if there's still a voice in the back of her head that makes her doubt everything. She wishes she wasn't so insecure about things and she imagines it will take a long time to fully pull out of that. For now, she can try to ignore it in favor of spending time with him.

He's still fully dressed, which seems like a shame, but he does like still having clothes on when she's wearing so little. He presses the kiss a little deeper, fingers sliding against her ribs.

Mac breaks the kiss after a moment or two longer and trails her lips down his jaw and neck. "You can take something off if you want. Not really feeling up to sex but some skin isn't going to bother me."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, sitting up, stripping off vest and shirt before he lies down beside her again. He brushes his hair back from her face. "How're you doin', darlin'?"

"Still a little unsettled," Mac admits. "But feeling marginally better than before - both physically and emotionally." She trails her fingers down his arm. "I'm glad you stayed. You didn't have to and you chose to stay with me. It means a lot to me."

"I want to be right here," he says. "I ain't entirely figured out what's happenin' here, Mac - it's been a while since I did anything like this. But I'm not runnin'."

"Good. I want you here," Mac says, smiling a bit. "Is there another doctor you'd recommend for me to go to? Since I don't want you handling that bit for me?"

"Any of the ones in the clinic are good," he says, giving the question that she's asked him due thought. "Rollie's the one I get the best feelin' about, though. If you're askin' me seriously, that's who I'd go to."

"It's who you'd trust with me?" Perhaps it's a loaded question. "I mean, with...the care and handling of something as simple as childbirth?"

"If you won't let me do it myself?" he says, thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth. "Yeah. That's who I'd trust with you."

"No offense, but I'd really prefer if the only time you had your fingers in me was recreational and not business," Mac says, making a little face. "That's my only problem."

That makes him laugh, his hand skimming down the bare line of her side.

"I mean, obviously that's how I prefer it, too. I just want to do right by you, darlin'."

"You're here, aren't you? You're doing right by me," Mac assures him. "And if I don't feel well or something seems wrong, it'll be you I come to first anyway."

"You're assumin' that I'm not goin' be right here," says Jackson, thumb grazing over her hipbone. "But I'd appreciate it, all the same."

"You might be with another woman," Mac says, shrugging. "Or I might be out and not home or any number of reasons why you wouldn't be physically in the same space as me at any given time. So if you're not, I will come find you."

"I'm either in the clinic or the hub," he says, nail scratching lightly against her skin. "And there ain't going to be any other women."

"There's not?" Mac is surprised and she's trying to hide just how surprised and pleased she is about that. "I mean, there can be, I'm not going to put those restrictions on you."

"Lemme ask you somethin'," he says, rolling onto his back, head turned so that he's still looking at her. "How would it make you feel if I was off carryin' on with someone else. Honestly?"

"Hurt and jealous. But I would understand it," Mac says quickly. "And I would get over it if I had to but it would hurt me considering I do have feelings for you."

"And I don't like the idea of you with any man who isn't me," he says, idly scratching at his chest. "But I suppose I'll make allowances."

"No," Mac says, pressing her palm against his chest. "You won't have to make allowances for that if you only want me to be with you. I'll only be with you if that's what you want. I will happily only be with you."

"What about this?" he asks, his hand grazing over her still flat belly. "That's got to count for something, right? That fella?"

Mac frowns a little. "This baby doesn't mean I have to fuck him for the rest of my life. Having a child by someone doesn't mean you have to be with them. Besides, he has his own lover. What? Do you think he's going to propose to me on the spot? That's a poor reason to marry."

"You're forgetting when I'm from, darlin'," he points out, his hand covering hers, holding it against his chest. "People marry for that all the goddamn time."