1200 Local
Rabb Residence
Alexandria, Virginia
The large, green minivan pulls in to the worn out but oddly enough beautiful driveway. "Okay we're here," Harriet says as her and Bud turn back to look at Mac's shocked expression. Still speechless Harm leads Mac out of the car, and up the driveway to the front door.
"Here, you open it," Harm says handing her they key to their home. As she opens the door, Harm lifts her into his arms and continuing the tradition carries her over the threshold.
"Harm!" She laughs at the shocked action just committed. He drops a light kiss on her cheek as she begins to scan the house. "Oh Harm this place is wonderful," Mac says looking at the living room that greets her.
"Oh this is just a small portion of it. Let me give you the grand tour." With his arms wrapped around her waist he begins to lead her around the second floor of their home. "Okay here we have our family/living room. Nice and big, enough room for all our kids. And you see that window by the fireplace?" he asks pointing out the window from behind the couch.
"Uh-huh," Mac mumbles as she imagines her and Harm with many little Rabbs running around the house and in the yard.
"Well that's where we're going to put our Christmas tree each year. It will look beautiful from the outside with the snow and everything." Harm beams a great smile as Mac looks back at him and wonders what's going through his mind.
"So far this is wonderful. Is there anything else or is this it and the rest is just fake?" Mac jokes as he leads her around the corner and into the kitchen and dinning room. Mac let's out a loud gasp as she intakes the scenery of rich mahogany and steel mixed together to make a large and breathtaking kitchen. "I hope there won't be to many meatless meatloaf's made in here," Mac jokes as Harm roles his eyes at another crack on his world famous meatless meatloaf.
"Don't worry. I promise every time I make a meatless meatloaf within two days I'll get you a beltway burger." Mac smiles at him before she plants a beautiful kiss on his lips.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep," she laughs as he leads her down a flight of stairs.
"Okay, enough with teasing me, let me introduce you to our den. Den, Mac, Mac, Den." Mac let's out a snort at the introduction and listens as he begins to talk seriously, well at least mildly again.
"I've set up our offices down here and I'm using up a hole closet for our law books. I honestly didn't believe we had that many books, but we did. Anyway while we work our kids can be in the next room playing and watching T.V."
"Harm this house is perfect," Mac says turning in his arms and pulling him down for a kiss to almost beat all kisses.
"Wait!" he interrupts their kiss and suddenly lifts her into his arms. "You haven't seen the best part yet," he says carrying her up the stairs and up another flight two the third floor.
The stairwell reaches the middle of the hallway and Harm steers his wife toward the right. "Harm, wait. I want to see all those rooms down there," Mac protests as he keeps walking away from the rooms.
"Those are empty for right now, but if we go this way we can begin to fill them," Harm says smiling a scheming flyboy grin.
"Oh, I see now." She gives him a heart-melting smile and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. "Your right I think we should begin to fill those rooms up." He leads her into the Master bedroom and gently lays her down on the very large and long bed. (Long enough to fit our very tall and handsome flyboy.)
Two weeks before Christmas
0634 Local
Rabb Residence
Alexandria, Virginia
Mac sits in the large, superiorly comfy, brown chair in one of her warm, Kashmir sweaters and a pair of Harm's Navy sweatpants as she attempts to cool of her cup of hot cocoa. She takes small sips of cocoa as she stares out onto the luscious, white, winter wonderland that lies just outside the window. Little Frankie sits cuddled in her lap, his small black head resting against her stomach as he indulges in Mac's relaxing touch.
Above the beautiful and peaceful moment between dog and master, Harm quietly lies asleep in bed, snoring load enough to block out the sound of the alarm clock. Suddenly another loud ringing fills the room and finally succeeds in awakening Harm. His large hand comes flying down on top of the alarm clock, but only succeeds in stopping one loud annoying ringing. He suddenly realizes it's the phone and picks it up. "Rabb," he says in a just awoken scratchy tone.
"Good morning, Commander," the Admiral greets.
"Sir, is something wrong?" Harm bolts awake at the sound of the Admiral's voice going through his head.
"No, Commander everything's fine. I'm just calling to let you and the Colonel know that you need not come into the office today. With the two feet of snow outside I figured it wasn't safe. So you and the Colonel have a good day and tomorrow I'll see you in the office hopefully."
"Um yes sir, we'll see you tomorrow." Harm hangs up the phone and turns to his left to see no Mac. He quickly pulls on a pair of sweat pants by the bed and walks down stairs to find Mac quietly resting in her favorite chair. He silently sneaks up behind her and runs his finger gently down her neck. Mac's head leans back allowing him more access to her neck. He begins to form a trail of kisses down her neck as his hands travel down her body and sneak their way up her sweater and around her well-built stomach.
"Mmm, Harm," Mac, moans as her hand unconsciously travels up to his cheek. They subside into a far of distant land full of love and ecstasy, but Mac's internal clock finally clicks in, telling her it's time to go to work. "Harm stop!" Mac says pushing him away.
"What?" He asks as she begins to crack up laughing.
"It's time to go to work," She says making her way around the chair.
"No it's not. The Admiral just called and told me work was closed," he says wrapping his arms around her and planting a small kiss on her lips.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I know if I lied to you and you were late for work, you would kick my six. And honestly I'm not willing to risk that," he says with a wide grin.
"True, I would have to hurt you. Now you wanna explain why you're wearing my sweatpants?" she says trying to stifle a laugh as she points down at the USMC sweatpants that ride high up on her sailor.
"What! Oh…um…well…I grabbed the closest thing to me," he says blushing at his very short and tight mistake.
"I promise I won't bring it up again," Mac says crossing her fingers behind her back. "Now what do you think we should do today?" She pulls him in tighter and teasingly bites her lip.
"Oh I have a thought, but first can I get a cup of cocoa," he smiles as Mac let's out a small giggle.
Outside their bedroom door Harm and Mac embrace in a passionate kiss tasting the hot chocolate left in each others mouth's. Harm pulls back to catch a little air, and to open the door behind them. He takes her hands and begins to walk into the bedroom, but is jerked back into Mac's embrace. "Get back here," she says pulling him back down to her lips. Still connected by their love for each other they slowly make their way into the room. Before the door is shut little Frankie makes his way into the room and watch Harm and Mac do the do.
Three weeks later
1000 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
It was the fifth time Harriet was running to the bathroom since she got to work just two hours ago. She loved being pregnant but of course the morning sickness, and the constant need to pee really wasn't her cup of tea. As she sat quietly on the john she heard the door open and could tell someone needed the toilet quickly. She begins to hear vomiting from the stall next to her while she buttons up her uniform.
Harriet let's the water flow over her hands as she notices Mac coming up to the sink, quite pale and sickly looking. "Excuse me Colonel, are you okay?" Harriet asks with great concern for her friend.
"I'm fine Harriet. I think I've just caught a little something," Mac says giving her friend a small reassuring smile.
"Okay ma'am. Well I hope you feel better," Harriet says before she leaves the bathroom with a hefty question on her mind.
1225 Local
Mac's Office
Falls Church, Virginia
Mac rests in her large, leather, executive chair with her eyes closed, trying to get her body to stop doing summersaults on her. "Excuse me colonel. Lieutenant Sims is here to see you," Gunnery Sergeant says over the intercom.
"Send her in," Mac says making herself look professional before Harriet enters. "Hello Harriet, what can I do for you?" Mac asks as Harriet nervously fidgets with her wedding ring behind her back.
"Well ma'am…I mean Mac. First of all I brought lunch, but I was wondering if we could talk why'll we eat." Harriet places the salad and fruit down on the desk before she pulls up one of the chairs.
"Sure, and thank you for bringing lunch. Harm canceled on me, he had to go to Norfolk. So what do you want to talk about?" Mac asks opening up her salad and dribbling on her salad dressing.
"Well Mac, I've kind of noticed that for a couple of days now you've been traveling to the bathroom more than usual. And each time you've come out you've looked well pale. It's also come to my attention that you've been unusually tired lately, and I know the commander is getting worried. What I'm trying to say ma'am is…well…Do you think you could be pregnant?" Harriet asks making Mac choke on her recent bite of salad.
"What! No I couldn't be Harm and I've only been married for a month, and…well."
"Ma'am I know it may seem hard to believe, but if you think about it your symptoms kind of…Ma'am I know you think that you couldn't be pregnant, but just take this pregnancy test home and try it," Harriet says placing a small EPT pregnancy test on her desk.
"Okay Harriet I'll take it home, but I honestly don't think I'm pregnant," Mac says sliding the test into her purse.
2243 Local
Rabb Residence
Alexandria, Virginia
Mac's bare feet absorb the cool air radiating from the pearl white tiles that make up the floor in the bathroom, as she stands at the sink in her pink silk room. She holds the pregnancy test box in her hand reading the, 'What do the results say' area. After she finishes reading she looks down at the stick on the counter and a small smile forms on her lips.
Just outside the bathroom door Harm talks to his mother about how he and Mac were doing when his mother begins nagging mode. "So Harm dear, when are you and Mac going to start making Frank and me some grandchildren," Trish nags as Harm rolls his eyes at his mother's request.
"Mom, we've only been married for a month and you're already asking about grandchildren. At least give us six," Harm laughs as he notices Mac walk out of the bathroom.
"Okay son, I can do that."
"Thank you mom. I'll talk to you later. Mac and I love you and goodnight," Harm says signaling Mac over to him.
"Okay sweetie, Frank and I love you and Mac too. Have a goodnight," she says hanging up the phone as Harm does the same on his end.
Mac sits down on the bed next to Harm and wraps her hand around his. "So what did your mom have to say?" she asks as he pulls her hand up to his lips.
"Oh she just called to see how we were doing, and to begin nagging about grandchildren," he laughs. Mac let's out a small laugh along with Harm as she adverts her eyes from his. (Boy does Trish has perfect timing) she thinks to herself.
"Funny you're mom should mention that. Harm um…well you know how I've been sick lately," she says nervously as he wraps an arm around her waist in comforting support.
"Yeah. Sarah is something wrong? Whatever it is we'll get through it together," Harm says worriedly.
"Harm calm down, I'm not leaving you anytime soon. Harmon Rabb Jr., you and I are going to be parents. I'm pregnant," she says excitedly with a radiant smile on her face.
He stares at her blankly, no emotion showing as he tries to absorb the second greatest news in his life. (The first of course the wonderful word yes.) "You mean…I'm going to be daddy," he says, with one of his largest flyboy grins ever forming on his face.
"Uh huh," she lets out.
"I'm going to be a daddy. I Harmon Rabb am going to be a daddy," he says proudly lifting her onto his lap.
"Yes you are going to be a daddy and I'm going to be a mommy," she says leaning down for a kiss. They inch closer and closer together until they finally land in a kiss to beat out all kisses. After a need for air pops up Harm breaks away with a broad smile on his face.
"We're going to have a baby," he yells out as Mac laughs a loud at his blatant display of excitement.
Two month's later
1532 Local
Naval Hospital
OB/GYN Floor
Bethesda, Maryland
Harm and Mac sit quietly looking at a parenting magazine in the somewhat crowded waiting room. "So how far along are you?" the sixth month pregnant, red headed woman sitting across from them asks.
"About three month's," Mac says as Harm and her smile proudly.
"Oh yes I remember those days. So is this your first?" she asks as her husband sits next to her reading, How to deal with being the only man in the house.
"Um…yes, and you?" Harm asks trying not to laugh at the man sitting across from him, because he knows he would never want to insult an Admiral.
"Oh this is our sixth, five girls and one more on the way," the woman says with a glowing smile
"That's wonderful congratulations."
"You too. So…"
"Rabb, room 4," a woman's voice says over the intercom as Harm helps Mac up.
"Sorry to end this, but that's us," Mac says with a gentle smile before they walk out of the waiting room.
In room four Mac sits quietly on the blue examination table, in one of those disgustingly drafty hospital gowns. Harm sits in front of her softly caressing her stomach as they both wait on the doctor. "Promise me, I'll never end up like that," he laughs remembering the poor Admiral from the waiting room.
"I promise you won't," she says patting his hand.
"Thank you." He leans up and gives her a small kiss just before the doctor enters.
"Well Sarah, everything looks great, you and your baby very healthy and strong. Now who is this handsome sailor," the doctor says noticing Harm over the top of her file.
"Dr. Nemo this is my husband."
"Hi, I'm Harm," he says standing up to shake her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you. So are you two ready to see your baby?" the doctor says with a smile as Mac lies back on the table.
"We've been waiting for this all day," Harm says with a smile as he stands up next to Mac.
"Alright then, Let's see your baby." Dr. Nemo squirts a little of the cool gel on to Mac's stomach, then begins to move the small wand around her stomach. "Here we have the head, a foot over here, and here's a hand," the doctor says pointing out the small features of the baby that illuminate on the screen.
0100 Local
Rabb Residence
Alexandria, Virginia
His feet rest on the long desk in front of him as he holds in one hand a picture of his father, and in the other the picture of his unborn child. He quietly ponders a question that has lied on his mind since he turned 21. He sits with his back to the door not noticing his beautiful wife leaning against the frame in a white, silk, lingerie nightgown. "Harm, what's wrong?" she asks wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Sarah, I don't think I can do this. I can't be the father our child needs me to be," he says looking down at the pictures in his hand.
"Harm, listen to me, yes your father may not have been around to input some of his great parenting qualities in you personally, but in the end you have those great qualities. Honey you'll be the best father any child could have. I know it," she says planting light kisses behind his ear.
"You really think so?" he asks looking into her chocolate and comforting eyes.
"Yes I really think so. Now you mind coming back to bed. Our child and I are lonely, and we want you with us." She gives him a smile as he puts down the photos. He smiles back at her and plants a small peck on her lips, before they head back up stairs.