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Summary: Third story in a little trilogy o' mine. H/M and family. That's all you're getting. Sorry!
Title: Four No More (Confusing, but you'll see)
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA 1322 ZULU
Harm and Mac had welcomed Sasha and Trish into their lives only six months ago. The twins were a handful, yet still surprisingly well behaved for their age. Nowadays, Sergei had finally gotten the American citizenship he had been seeking, and played a vital role as babysitter for the sometimes overworked Harm and Mac. He was in the process of joining the US Marine Corps, much to Mac's delight, and he and Singer had relit a flame that was ignited before Sergei had left to Russia. (A/N: Of course, this is my twisted take on things!)
Today happened to be the day of the JAG company picnic. That left Sergei off babysitting duty, and the twins to play with little AJ, who delighted in entertaining his younger cousins.
In essence, Harm and Mac now saw their lives as perfect. And certainly, a day such as this one only did more to brighten their attitude.
"Sir, ma'am." Harriet was beaming.
"Drop the formalities, Harriet. What's the good news?" asked Harm.
"Bud and I.we're having another baby!" she announced, pointing over to Bud, who sat under a tree with the twins and little AJ. "Isn't it great?" she smiled. "We just found out!"
"That's awesome, Harriet." Mac wrapped her friend in a hug. "Would you believe that Harm wants more kids?" she raised an eyebrow at her husband.
"Commander.." Harriet teased. "You're serious?"
"Oh, I'd like to have four or five," he admitted, "but I don't want to wear out my Marine. I figure two or three would be good."
"But already?" Harriet was near hysterical. "Wouldn't that be sort of.er. stressful for you right now?"
"Yep. Exactly why I plan on waiting a while." Mac agreed.
Harm's gaze was now fixed on Bud again. He looked as if he were about to burst into laughter. Bud had taken his prosthesis off, and Harm was watching little AJ play with it as if it were one of his toys. "This place is just.amusing." Harm decided.
"I agree there, Sailor." Mac smiled.
"Ahem." the Admiral cleared his throat, inserting himself into their conversation. "May I have a word with the two of you, please?" he whispered.
"What is it, Admiral?" asked Mac.
"You have to go. SecNav says there's a problem at Lejeune, and he wants you two to handle it." He revealed. "I'm sorry. He won't send anyone else."
"When?" asked Harm.
"This weekend." The Admiral whispered.
"What?" Mac groaned. "It's Wednesday. How are we going to find a sitter for an entire weekend? Sergei is at Lauren's this week, sir." Mac frowned.
"The assignment is more in the area of a week long." the Admiral smiled slowly.
"Lauren, how would you like to stay with Sergei at our house this week?" asked Mac, putting on the most innocent face she could muster. "I know he was supposed to stay with you, but the SecNav's shipping us to North Carolina for a week, and we need someone to watch Sasha and Trisha."
"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" asked Singer.
"Will you be able to?" asked Harm.
"Of course!" Singer smiled.
"Thank you so much!" Mac hugged the woman that only three years ago, she would've rather punched. "I owe you one." She grinned.
Harm grinned that flyboy grin that made Mac weak in her knees. He nudged Singer in the elbow several times. "So, when are you and my brother going to make it official?" he asked slyly.
"Sir?" Singer blushed.
".Ask him what I mean." Harm hinted, and wrapped her in a bear hug.
Delta Airlines Flight 156 - To Wilmington, NC 1200 ZULU
"Can't believe we get to ride first class for a two and a half hour flight." Harm shook his head.
"I can." Mac laughed.
*Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be arriving in Wilmington in approximately 12 minutes. Please buckle your seatbelts, and return your chairs and tray tables to an upright position in preparation for landing. Weather in Wilmington is overcast. The local temperature is 71 degrees.* The flight attendant's voice echoed through the plane.
"I wonder what the problem is down here?" whispered Harm.
"I guess we'll find out.." Frowned Mac.
"Hope Sergei and Lauren can handle the twins." Harm mused.
"They'll be fine." Mac convinced herself.
A/N: Hey, you like? R&R please!!!!
Summary: Third story in a little trilogy o' mine. H/M and family. That's all you're getting. Sorry!
Title: Four No More (Confusing, but you'll see)
JAG Headquarters Falls Church, VA 1322 ZULU
Harm and Mac had welcomed Sasha and Trish into their lives only six months ago. The twins were a handful, yet still surprisingly well behaved for their age. Nowadays, Sergei had finally gotten the American citizenship he had been seeking, and played a vital role as babysitter for the sometimes overworked Harm and Mac. He was in the process of joining the US Marine Corps, much to Mac's delight, and he and Singer had relit a flame that was ignited before Sergei had left to Russia. (A/N: Of course, this is my twisted take on things!)
Today happened to be the day of the JAG company picnic. That left Sergei off babysitting duty, and the twins to play with little AJ, who delighted in entertaining his younger cousins.
In essence, Harm and Mac now saw their lives as perfect. And certainly, a day such as this one only did more to brighten their attitude.
"Sir, ma'am." Harriet was beaming.
"Drop the formalities, Harriet. What's the good news?" asked Harm.
"Bud and I.we're having another baby!" she announced, pointing over to Bud, who sat under a tree with the twins and little AJ. "Isn't it great?" she smiled. "We just found out!"
"That's awesome, Harriet." Mac wrapped her friend in a hug. "Would you believe that Harm wants more kids?" she raised an eyebrow at her husband.
"Commander.." Harriet teased. "You're serious?"
"Oh, I'd like to have four or five," he admitted, "but I don't want to wear out my Marine. I figure two or three would be good."
"But already?" Harriet was near hysterical. "Wouldn't that be sort of.er. stressful for you right now?"
"Yep. Exactly why I plan on waiting a while." Mac agreed.
Harm's gaze was now fixed on Bud again. He looked as if he were about to burst into laughter. Bud had taken his prosthesis off, and Harm was watching little AJ play with it as if it were one of his toys. "This place is just.amusing." Harm decided.
"I agree there, Sailor." Mac smiled.
"Ahem." the Admiral cleared his throat, inserting himself into their conversation. "May I have a word with the two of you, please?" he whispered.
"What is it, Admiral?" asked Mac.
"You have to go. SecNav says there's a problem at Lejeune, and he wants you two to handle it." He revealed. "I'm sorry. He won't send anyone else."
"When?" asked Harm.
"This weekend." The Admiral whispered.
"What?" Mac groaned. "It's Wednesday. How are we going to find a sitter for an entire weekend? Sergei is at Lauren's this week, sir." Mac frowned.
"The assignment is more in the area of a week long." the Admiral smiled slowly.
"Lauren, how would you like to stay with Sergei at our house this week?" asked Mac, putting on the most innocent face she could muster. "I know he was supposed to stay with you, but the SecNav's shipping us to North Carolina for a week, and we need someone to watch Sasha and Trisha."
"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" asked Singer.
"Will you be able to?" asked Harm.
"Of course!" Singer smiled.
"Thank you so much!" Mac hugged the woman that only three years ago, she would've rather punched. "I owe you one." She grinned.
Harm grinned that flyboy grin that made Mac weak in her knees. He nudged Singer in the elbow several times. "So, when are you and my brother going to make it official?" he asked slyly.
"Sir?" Singer blushed.
".Ask him what I mean." Harm hinted, and wrapped her in a bear hug.
Delta Airlines Flight 156 - To Wilmington, NC 1200 ZULU
"Can't believe we get to ride first class for a two and a half hour flight." Harm shook his head.
"I can." Mac laughed.
*Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be arriving in Wilmington in approximately 12 minutes. Please buckle your seatbelts, and return your chairs and tray tables to an upright position in preparation for landing. Weather in Wilmington is overcast. The local temperature is 71 degrees.* The flight attendant's voice echoed through the plane.
"I wonder what the problem is down here?" whispered Harm.
"I guess we'll find out.." Frowned Mac.
"Hope Sergei and Lauren can handle the twins." Harm mused.
"They'll be fine." Mac convinced herself.
A/N: Hey, you like? R&R please!!!!