Hello everyone! I know, I know, I'm posting again. Sorry to burst your bubble, I know how much you guys hate it when I update this story. ;) Just kidding...

Anywho, the reason why I'm posting again so soon is because I'm in a good mood today. Not only did you guys leave me nice comments, which I love finding, but tomorrow is Friday which means the weekend is almost here, and I LOVE the weekend. So as you can tell I'm very excited.

So because of my excitement I decided to post again. I must warn you, though. I am currently working on two other projects and putting the finishing touches on this so I probably won't post again for a few days. I promise I will have another update by Monday, just as long as nobody shoots me before then.

Grandma Sarah's Farm

Bellevue

0953 (9:53 local)

Mac awoke to the feeling of total contentment, wrapped in Harm's arms, his soft breath warming her face and the morning sun filtering in through the windows, casting the room with a glow.

She knew she should probably wake Harm up, seeing as how they were supposed to be up hours ago, but she was feeling a bit selfish this morning. She knew if they went downstairs Harm would be whisked away by either his mother or his grandmother and given orders to do yard work while the girls prepped for their Mother's Day feast.

So instead of waking him at that current moment, Mac decided she would just watch him sleep. His head resting on her pillow, inches away from her face. His eyelids closed loosely, fighting to remain shut against the morning sun and his hair going in many different directions. But her favorite feature of his face so early in the morning, was by far, the way the corners of his mouth turned slightly upward, forming a soft smile.

The sound of pots banging ruined the moment for Mac, and that was when she decided it was time to wake him up. Oh, the many ways she thought to do so. But she decided to choose the safest one…kisses. She leaned over closing the short distance between her face and his, placing feather light kisses all over his face. Starting from his forehead, before going to the only cheek he had available, down to his chin, up to the tip of his nose before ending at the corner of his mouth.

With a smile and a soft whisper, she said, "Harm…Harm you have to wake up." He tightened his hold on her, bringing her body flush against his then replied, "Five more minutes."

Mac smiled knowing that would be his answer but if they didn't get up soon either Trish or Grams were bound to wander upstairs and find them in bed together…talk about embarrassing. She brought a hand up to cup his cheek before kissing him softly on the lips, only to receive a smile in return.

"Hmm…I can wake up like this every day for the rest of my life." Mac smiled at his comment knowing she felt the same. It took her twenty years to finally find true happiness and now that she had she wasn't letting it go…ever. She took the hand that was resting on his cheek and brought it up to run it softly through his hair.

"Harm you have to get up…your mother and grandmother are probably waiting for us downstairs. And unless you want them coming upstairs to find me in your bed, I suggest you get motivated." Mac smiled to herself, feeling pretty confident that by mentioning his mother, grandmother, and bed all in the same sentence, he would fly out of bed…

Not this time. Instead, he chuckled to himself at the image of his mother walking in to find him in bed with Mac then opened his eyes. "The only person I'd ever get out of bed for is lying in bed with me. So the way I see it, as long as you're lying here, then I'm going to lye here too."

Mac giggled at Harm's reasoning then attempted to get out of bed. However, that proved to be a bit difficult seeing as how Harm had a death grip on her and every time she wiggled in an effort to get up, he held on tighter. She couldn't help but laugh at his antics; she couldn't recall at any one point in time during their friendship, where Harm was so lax and carefree. But I guess that's what love does to people.

Finally, Mac decided it was time for the big guns. While Harm concentrated on holding her too him, she slowly and discreetly moved her hand until it was close enough to his side then started tickling him like one would do to a child. Harm squirmed at her touch before releasing his hold on her. Mac used the opportunity to slide off her side of the bed laughing all the way into a standing position.

Harm looked up from his spot on the bed into Mac's laughing face; god she was beautiful; her bangs falling into her eyes, hair uncombed and in soft waves falling just below her shoulders. He could get lost just looking at her.

But before he allowed that to happen, he stood up from the bed with a smile on his face. "That was sneaky, Marine." Slowly, Harm made his way to Mac's side of the bed.

"Harm…" Mac backed away while giving him a warning glare

"I think I'm going to have to get you back for that one." Harm jolted over towards Mac before she even had the chance to blink, wrapping his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around a few times before putting her down, all while she continued to laugh.

Once her feet were firmly planted on the floor, Harm rested his forehead on hers and looked loving into her eyes. "Good morning, beautiful."

Before Mac had the chance to say, "Good morning, handsome," Harm was kissing her. It wasn't demanding or full of raw emotion like their kiss from last night. It was just a soft, gentle caress of his lips to hers, promising her all the love he had in his being.

After a few seconds, Mac reluctantly pulled away from his lips and rested her forehead on his. "I hate to do this, but we really need to get going." Harm nodded his head in agreement, knowing it was true but still not liking the idea.

"I'll shower first so you can tidy up in here, get your clothes ready and do whatever else you need to do. Sound like a plan?" At Harm's nod, Mac gave him one final peck on the lips before going to her room to gather her clothes.

Harm shook his head in awe. He never would've thought that his patience with this one woman would give him the greatest reward he could've ever asked for…her love. When he promised himself to live for today, he thought all he would have to do is just tell her how he felt but that wasn't the case. She never doubted his love for her…she doubted it ever coming to a head.

But what it all came down to was Harm's patience and his decision to live for today by no longer hiding his emotions for Mac. And in the end, the pay off was her loving him in return.

The one thought that continued to flow through his mind while he gathered his clothes for a shower was, "Man, I should've done this a long time ago…"

Once both Harm and Mac were showered, they met up briefly in Mac's room. As soon as Harm entered Mac's bedroom, he walked right up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist after she turned to face him, doing the same.

"Did you miss me?" Harm smiled jokingly at Mac and she smiled fully in return.

"Of course I did. I always miss you when you're not with me." Harm looked into her eyes and knew her answer had a deeper meaning than she was willing to talk about at the current moment in time.

Before the chance came for Harm to ask her what she was thinking about, Mac continued the conversation. "So what are we going to tell your mother and Grams? About us, I mean."

If Harm's assumption was correct, Grams and Trish would be able to tell a change happened in his relationship with Mac based on the huge grin he'd been unable to wipe from his face since last night. Of course he'd want to tell them that he and Mac finally decided to be together. But this wasn't just about him; Mac was involved with the decision too.

Harm ran his hands up and down Mac's arms in a reassuring manner before responding. "Well, I know that I would like to tell them about us. But if you'd like to wait then that's fine with me too."

Mac shook her head. "No, I want to tell them. I'm just not sure I know how to bring it up."

Harm crinkled his brow in thought before saying, "How about we tell them at dinner tonight. That is if they don't figure it out before."

Mac gave him a questioning look before asking, "How would they figure out something changed unless we tell them?"

Harm smiled mischievously before replying, "Because I'm finding it very, very hard to keep my hands off of you and that's something neither mom nor Grams is going to be able to ignore." Harm pulled Mac flush against him and gave her a loving kiss on the lips.

After a few seconds Mac pulled away knowing they had to start the day. "C'mon Sailor, let's go start our day." She laced her fingers with Harm's before the pair left her bedroom and making their way down the stairs and into the living room.

"Why good morning you two! And here I thought you were just going to stay in bed and cuddle all day!" Grams walked away from the radio and up to Mac as she and Harm made their way through the living room. Grams reached out and put a hand on Mac's shoulder. "Unless you want Trish jumping all over you as soon as you walk into that kitchen, I suggest you let go of Harmon's hand, dear." Mac smiled nervously at Grams then released Harm's hand.

Grams followed Harm and Mac into the kitchen where Trish was pulling food out of the refrigerator for them to prep. "Look who I found, Trish. See, I knew there were around here somewhere." Grams smiled sweetly at Trish and Mac.

"Well good morning strangers. I thought you two would never get out of bed." Trish smiled at her son before standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning Harm." Harm replied in kind before asking, "What do you want us to do?"

Grams looked up at Harm with a knowing smile. She knew what Harm was doing and she wasn't going to let him get away with it. He figured if he'd ask then he would get assigned a job in the kitchen so he could be close to Mac. But not this time…

"Nonsense Harmon, your on yard duty today. It's going to be just us girls in the kitchen." At the slight look of disappointment on his face, Grams gave him some reassurance. "Don't worry dear, your Sarah is safe with us. We just want to get to know her a little better. Right Trish?" Grams looked at Trish for support.

"Absolutely Sarah." Trish walked over to wear Mac was standing next to the sink and wrapped her arm around Mac's shoulder. "She's in good hands Harmon, don't worry."

Mac smiled nervously at Harm in an attempt to put him at ease. Grams noticed the smile of assurance coming from Mac towards Harm and took it as her cue. Jokingly, Grams waved her hands in a 'shooing' manner; similar to the way an elderly woman would do to a pesky cat. "Go on dear, let us girls have some fun. We'll be through in an hour or so, we don't want to keep Sarah from you all day."

Harm just smiled at his grandmother's antics and left the house, silently hoping Grams and his mother wouldn't bother Mac too much with the personal questions…

For the first few minutes of her cooking session with Grams and Trish, Mac remained quiet, unsure of what to say and slightly afraid she would say the wrong thing. 'Don't speak until spoken too.' It was a rule in her house growing up, one she tired of very easily. She wasn't allowed to speak her opinion or join in conversation with anyone and when she did that meant she had it coming. Whether it was a verbal or physical attack, Mac knew she would receive before she fell asleep that night.

That was a puzzling factor for her when she joined the Marines. She wasn't allowed to speak at home until spoken to but it was just the same during boot camp. If you spoke without being spoken to, you would have to run an extra mile or do an extra set of pull-ups.

And now, she was reverting back to that same old mantra. But this time it involved normal people; people who were happy to know her and be acquainted with her. People who were genuine, loving people that accepted her for who she was. So why was she so afraid to speak this time around?

"So Sarah dear, how long have you and my grandson been dating?" Had Mac still been chopping vegetables, she would've sliced her finger. Mac was sure she never mentioned the Grams that she and Harm were dating and she was pretty sure Harm never said anything of that nature either.

Mac knew Grams wasn't trying to make her feel uncomfortable. It was just the spontaneity of the question that caught her off guard.

She thought hard about how to answer the question. She could answer honestly and be thorough or answer quickly in hopes of ceasing the conversation.

Choosing the easier and truthful option, Mac responded softly. "Well Grams, I guess it depends on how you look at it." At Grams and Trish's questioning glare, Mac continued. "Dating means you spend all of your free time with someone in the hopes of progressing the relationship. And for Harm and myself, it wasn't always like that."

"There were times when that's all we would do was spend all of our spare time together; either having dinner or catching a late movie. And then there were other times when we were with other people where we would only see and speak to each other at work."

"So I can't really say that we've been dating steadily. What I can say is that, we're making the attempt to do so." Mac looked hesitantly at both of the women. She didn't want to say anything until both she and Harm agreed to tell them together. But at their matching smiles Mac was positive that he wouldn't mind her saying anything.

"Oh, that's wonderful dear! I've been telling Harmon for years that he should commit to you!" Grams smiled brightly at Mac before reaching over the countertop to squeeze her hand.

"I agree, that is great news Sarah. I'm happy for the both of you." Trish reached over and took Mac's free hand before copying Grams' action.

After a few moments, Trish asked innocently, "So when are you two going to make me a grandmother?"