A/N: As always, thank you so much for the great feedback! I really do appreciate it! As I've said before, I haven't been to the places I write about in this story. I just use the 'net to find places with good reviews! Also, in case you haven't figured it out yet… I like fluff. You could probably stuff a mattress with it, I like it so much! Sure there'll be some angst, some tears, and maybe even some fighting, but fluff is my favorite. You have been warned!

JAG doesn't belong to me, however much I wish it did. No infringement is intended. Enjoy…

08:04 EST

On Keegan Pond Bed & Breakfast

Fredericksburg, VA

Sunday

Harm kissed the bruised spot on Mac's left hip, before returning to his place in bed. He lay beside her just watching her sleep, a smile on his face. They had the next week off, before they had to be back to work, and he intended to fully enjoy every minute of the time they had. He began lightly caressing her, leaning close enough to lay feather-soft kisses all over her face.

Mac awoke slowly, opening an eye and smiling at her new husband. "Good morning, Sailor," she whispered.

"Mmm… good morning," he said, kissing her thoroughly. "What do you say we go downstairs and get some breakfast?"

Mac stretched, and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I vote we stay here all day."

Harm looked at her, surprise evident. "You're turning down food? I must have done something right," he said, giving her a cocky grin.

"Actually, you did everything right," she whispered, pulling him in for another kiss. Her stomach growled and they both laughed. "Just ignore it," she told him.

Harm shook his head, laughing again. "Uh-uh, Marine. You get way too grouchy when you haven't been properly fed. Come on, let's go downstairs and eat, and then we can come back here if you'd like."

Mac chuckled again. "Okay, okay, I'm moving," she said, climbing out of bed and pulling on some clothes. She opened a small bag and pulled out a syringe, pre-filled with the hormone that Dr. Martindale had prescribed. Pulling the left side of her shorts down just enough to expose her hip, she injected the hormone, and then pulled her shorts back into place and covered the syringe with the safety cap, tossing it into the trash.

She looked up to find Harm standing there watching her intently. "What?" she asked.

"That looks like it really hurts," he told her.

Mac smiled softly. "Only a little bit," she told him. "It really doesn't bother me, and besides, I've told you that the benefits far outweigh any minor discomfort I might have to go through for a short time."

Harm moved to her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly. "I love you."

Mac smiled at him. "I love you, too. Now, since you got me out of bed, let's go eat."

08:56 EST

On Keegan Pond Bed & Breakfast

Fredericksburg, VA

Mac popped another piece of croissant into her mouth and laughed at Harm's description of what had happened in his apartment the day before. "I would have loved to see all of you guys cramped into that tiny apartment," she said. "At least you could all tell your uniforms apart by the insignias," she grinned.

Harm rolled his eyes. "Yeah… Frank was the only one wearing a tux, and he was extremely grateful for it, I think."

Mac laughed again. "You should have seen my apartment. Half a dozen women running around trying to get ready… fighting over the bathroom mirror. It was crazy for awhile. I was relieved that Bud and Harriet planned to get ready at their house, and Sergei and his wife planned to get ready at their hotel and meet you at your place. I don't think my apartment could have handled one more woman."

Harm laughed. "Good thing the Admiral is a former SEAL," he said. "He's been trained to infiltrate disaster areas, and enemy territory."

Mac threw a grape at him, as she, too, laughed.

They talked awhile longer as they finished breakfast, before Mac looked outside. "It's a gorgeous morning out there; let's go for a walk."

Harm agreed, and they left, neither having a destination in mind. They were content to just hold hands and enjoy one another's company.

"I saw you visiting with Sergei last night," Mac commented. "How did that go?"

"Surprisingly well," Harm replied. "We… cleared the air about a lot of things. My mom was amazingly gracious, and very kind to him. I asked him to reconsider moving to the U.S. in the future."

"What did he say to that?" Mac asked, not really surprised that Harm would ask. He really wanted to get to know his younger brother.

"He said that he will consider it. We've agreed to start communicating more, via email and telephone," he shrugged. "We'll see how it goes."

Mac smiled, encouraged by Harm's acceptance of his brother's decision. "Are you sure your grandmother is okay with keeping two teenage girls at your apartment for a whole week?" she asked, changing the subject.

Harm laughed. "She's ecstatic about it," he told her. "She really took right to Mattie and Chloe; I wouldn't be surprised if she invites them to come and visit her on the farm in the near future. What did Chloe think of Mattie?"

Mac grinned at him. "She said, and I quote, 'it's so great to finally have a sister to hang out with'," she told him. "They really hit it off; almost as if they really were sisters. Grammy said that she heard them talking late into the night, about losing their moms. I think it helped them to have someone to talk to that has been through it."

Harm nodded. "Yeah." He suddenly laughed. "Oh, man… now we're going to have three girls to watch out for," he said, grinning at her.

Mac laid her head on his shoulder as they continued to walk. "You're going to have your hands full, old man," she said, snickering.

Harm stopped and looked at her. "Old man? Who're you calling old? I'll show you old!" he said, watching as she took off running back towards the Bed & Breakfast, he started to give chase, both laughing. He caught up to her in the front yard, tackling her to the damp grass and tickling her. "Who's old?" he asked.

"Not you, not you!" Mac squealed. "Let me go!" she said, still laughing.

Harm stretched out, partially on top of her and kissed her. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, still smiling.

"Let's take this inside, eh, Captain?" Mac asked.

Harm kissed her nose and nodded, helping her up. Wrapping his arm around her, they headed back inside and up to their room.

17:07 EST

On Keegan Pond Bed & Breakfast

Fredericksburg, VA

Harm rolled onto his back, and placed his arm around Mac, as she snuggled close to him. Waiting a few moments to catch his breath, he finally kissed the top of her head. "What time is it?" he asked.

"17:10", she answered with a sigh.

"We've been in bed all day?" he asked her, grinning.

Mac smiled up at him. "And we haven't slept a wink," she said, tracing a lazy pattern on his chest, causing him to groan.

"Well, that explains why I'm so hungry," he told her. "Think we should go out and find someplace to eat before it gets much later?"

Mac shrugged her shoulder. "Probably, but I'm so comfortable, I'm reluctant to move."

Harm chuckled, hugging her. "I know how you feel, but we need to eat… gotta keep up our strength."

"Well, when you put it that way…" Mac said, lifting up to look in his eyes, grinning mischievously. "Any ideas on where we should go and eat?"

"Tell you what: you go take a shower, while I look through the book we got when we arrived; see what looks interesting," he told her.

Mac placed a kiss on his chest and nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me." Rolling over, she got out of bed, pulling on her robe. Gathering the items she'd need, she opened their door and checked to be sure the coast was clear, before crossing the hall to the bathroom.

Harm sighed happily, as he got up and pulled on his own robe. Sitting at the small table in the corner, he opened the book from the tourism commission, reading through the list of places to eat nearby. Finding one that looked suitable, he picked up the phone and called to find out what time they closed, smiling when he was told that they still had plenty of time. He hung up, and then called for a taxi, gathering his own things for a shower, before flipping open his cell phone and calling his mom.

"Darling, what are you calling me for? You're on your honeymoon," she said.

"I just wanted to check in, and see how everyone is doing," he told her.

"We're all just fine, dear," she said. "Mattie, Chloe and Grammy are getting along famously, Frank and I spent the day with Sergei and his lovely wife, and Harmony decided to stay at her hotel and rest today."

Harm smiled. "I'm glad to hear everything's okay," he told her.

"How are you and Mac doing?" his mother asked. "Did you two get out of bed at all today?"

Harm blushed to his toes, before replying. "Yes, as a matter of fact, we did. We got up this morning for breakfast, and then went for a walk, and we're just getting ready to go out for dinner," he told her.

"But other than that, you've been in bed all day, haven't you?" his mother asked.

"Mother!" he said, blushing again.

"Oh, Harmon, don't be such a prude," his mom said, laughing.

Harm saw Mac open the door, and he smiled at her. "Look, Mom, Mac just walked in; I'd better get going. Give everyone our love, and we'll see you in a few days."

"I will," she told him. "Kiss Mac for us."

"Will do; bye, Mom."

"Goodbye, darling."

Harm hung up the phone, and then smiled at Mac. Standing, he walked over to her and gave her a kiss. "That's from my family," he told her, and then kissed her again, more passionately. "That's from me," he said, smiling.

Mac returned his smile. "Did you find us someplace suitable to eat?" she asked.

Harm nodded. "Yeah. Just let me go shower and dress, and we'll be on our way."

Mac agreed, watching him pick up the things he'd need for his shower. As soon as he was out the door, she put her own shower items away, and turned to the large mirror above the dresser to do her hair and makeup. By the time Harm got back, she was ready to go.

Harm put his shower items away, sitting on the end of the bed to put on his socks and shoes. When he stood up, he smiled at his lovely bride. "Ready?" he asked.

Mac smiled, accepting his proffered arm. "Absolutely."

18:03 EST

Bistro Bethem

Fredericksburg, VA

Harm and Mac were seated shortly after arriving, and sat perusing their menus. Harm settled on the crab cakes and broiled halibut, while Mac decided to be adventurous and try the roast venison.

They talked companionably during dinner, and were deciding what to do the next day, while they ate their meals.

"Well, we have to visit the Marine Corps Heritage Center," Mac told him, grinning as he groaned. "Hey… next time we'll go someplace that has Navy stuff to do."

Harm laughed at her. "Okay… but only if we get to take a horse-drawn carriage tour, too," he told her.

Mac smiled, nodding. "That sounds romantic."

"We could also visit the National Military Park," he told her. "I hear they give guided walking tours."

"Sounds good to me. I'd love to do one of the ghost tours, too," she said.

"Aw, c'mon Mac, you don't really believe in all of that, do you?" he asked, giving her a skeptical look.

Mac shrugged. "I'm open to the possibility."Harm laughed, shaking his head at her. "Okay. We don't have to engrave any plans in stone; let's just take it one day at a time, and see what we feel like doing that day?"

Mac nodded her head. "Why not?"

They finished their meal, and then decided to take a walk and do some shopping. Having bought something for Mattie, Chloe, and Harmony, they passed a small shop that carried baby items, when Harm stopped and stared at something inside the shop.

"C'mon," he said, opening the door, and leading her inside.

Mac was surprised, but followed him in. "What are we doing?" she asked.

Harm grinned at her. "Buying something for our daughter," he replied. "She's going to be here in less than three months."

The lady at the counter looked at Mac in bewilderment, her eyes going to Mac's firm, flat stomach, but didn't comment.

"I thought it was bad luck to buy something for a baby before it was born?" she said hesitantly.

Harm stopped and looked at her. "Oh, Mac… do you really think something bad will happen if we buy her something now?" He pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. "I have faith that everything is going to be just fine. Trust me?"

Mac pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. Encouraged by the resolve she saw there, she smiled. "I trust you. What did you want to buy?" she asked, looking around.

Harm walked over by the window and ran his palm along the handcrafted cradle that was in front of him. "Look at this, Mac," he said. "The detail is amazing, and the work is superb."

Mac turned her attention to the cradle. It was, indeed, magnificent. "It's beautiful," she told him, admiring the carvings.

The headboard had a scene from a spring day. There was a tree sitting in a grassy knoll, the sun shining on one side. A few small, fluffy clouds were scattered in the sky, and they were lightly spreading raindrops, while a rainbow spread from behind the tree to the grass below. The outside of the footboard had roses carved into it. Though there was no color to it, save the natural color of the wood, the detail and the design was simply breathtaking.

Mac suddenly teared up, as a melody floated through her head. "It's my lullaby…" she whispered.

Harm looked at her. "What?"

Mac looked at him, a tear slipping down her cheek. "My dad used to sing me a lullaby when I was little… I'd forgotten it until now. These carvings~ the roses, the rainbow, the clouds… even the raindrops… it's from the lullaby he used to sing." Noticing the matching, hand-carved mobile attached to the headboard, she wound it up, and started to cry in earnest. "It's my lullaby," she said again. She looked at Harm. "We have to buy this," she whispered, wiping her eyes with her palms.

Harm smiled softly at her, nodding his head. Walking over to the woman at the counter, he spoke softly to her for several minutes, before handing her a credit card. After a few moments, he signed the slip, and walked over to Mac. "It's going to be delivered to the Bed & Breakfast in the morning," he told her.

Mac nodded, hugging him to her. "Thank you," she said. Mac walked up to the counter and looked at the woman. "Do you know who made the cradle?" she asked.

The woman shrugged. "I'm not sure. We got it from our supplier… he said the guy that made the cradles only did it for a couple of years; he got too sick to keep doing it. All I know for sure, is he lived somewhere out west. He carved his initials, and some sort of tribute, on the bottom of all of the cradles that he made, though." the saleswoman told them.

Harm went over and gently picked up the cradle, looking at the bottom. Eyes wide, he looked at Mac.

Mac came over and looked at the bottom, her eyes again filling with tears.

On the bottom, carved in small letters it read: 'For my Sarah~ JM'.

Harm gently set the cradle back down, and then cupped her face in his palms and looked into her eyes, before kissing her softly. Noting the time, he nodded towards the door. "C'mon, let's head back."