Sorry it took a while to post another one of these. I was writing in the wrong POV for the chapter and had to add up another one. The first "scene" here cracked me up when I first wrote it. I could literally see Mac covering up and Harm smirking his head off. Hehehe.

Enjoy!

Jackie

PS: I am not going to do the whole Mac can't have a baby or whatever issue. In this story, she is fine, I might pick that up somewhere.

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Part 10 – Bath Time

"I'm home." I call out as I step in through my apartment door. Taking a whiff I sniff out what has to be spaghetti and meatballs. "Harm?" I am mildly surprised not to find Harm coming out of either the bedroom or the kitchen which means he could only be in one place. The bathroom. With a grin, I place my things on the kitchen table then start disrobing, leaving a trail of Marine green across the apartment. Today was murderous, I was still stuck dealing with the psycho client from hell. Thankfully, I have a wonderful boyfriend who will massage all of the kinks out of my body if I ask nicely. And if he won't, the threat of bodily harm will work, I am sure. I stop outside the bathroom door, clad only in my skivvies when I hear splashing. Oooh, so he's filled up the tub. How unlike Harm. . .How unlike Harm and how very sexy. I plaster on my best sexy, mischievous grin and open up the door, dropping my voice a few notches to that Bond Girl, sexy tone. "Well, hello there sexy."

But, Harm's not the one in the tub. Oh no, in the tub are our godsons Jimmy and AJ Roberts. Harm is sitting on the edge of the tub with some funky, colorful, fishy bathing sponge. He's not wearing a shirt and his shorts are all soaked. I snatch my robe and quickly cover up my immodesty as Harm busts out laughing. "Auntie Mac! Auntie Mac!" The boys are yelping and I feel my cheeks flush a few shades over.

Harm eyes me up and down and has the guts to run a soapy hand up my clave. "Uh, Auntie Mac, I don't think that the boys here are ready to learn about S-E-X." He spells out, then starts laughing again. I could kill him, really I could.

I stick my tongue out at him, the boys fueling my five year old nature, then turn around. "Cute. . .I'll be right back."

"We'll be here." Harm says, still laughing. I'm sorry, it could not be that funny. I am sure, at some point, I'll laugh about it.. . .Actually, no I won't. I rummage through my drawers, choosing to wear my Marine workout shorts and an old t-shirt. I've bathed AJ before and no matter what you do, he is more into getting water on you than on himself.

Heading back into the bathroom, I find Jimmy drawing on the walls with those soap/crayon sticks. His side is just a big, blue, swirly mess while AJ's side boasts, what appears to be, some dog with his head about ten times bigger than the body. When Harm turns to me, I find his chest is also painted with a bright orange sun. "Oooh, nice there, Harm. . .Would be quite the tattoo on you."

Making a point, not sure what point, but making a point nonetheless, Harm takes the orange crayon soap from the side of the tub and runs it down one of my legs. "Now we match." He says triumphantly as I squat down next to him. "Hi, by the way." Grinning he leans forward and gives me a quick kiss that just wasn't quick enough.

"OooOoooOOoooh." Glancing up, I find little AJ staring at us with this big, wide grin. "Auntie Mac and Uncle Harm kissing." He takes the orange soap from Harm and starts to draw something that looks like big bird next to the dog. "Uncle Harm I didn't know you married Auntie Mac. . .mommy and daddy says your friends. . .but I tell them you love Auntie Mac and Auntie Mac loves you. . .You kissed so you're married."

"AJ, Uncle Harm and I are not married." I hate to disappoint him, but God knows what he'll tell Harriet and Bud now. Harm and I still haven't decided when we should let the others know about our change in status. This really isn't the way to start. "Harm and I are friends and friends kiss."

"But you love Uncle Harm, right?" AJ asks as he draws the beak to his big bird looking thing.

Harm decides to field this one. "Yes, I love Auntie Mac and she loves me. . .Friends are supposed to love each other."

AJ stops his coloring of my bathroom wall and turns over to the two of us. "You should marry Auntie Mac." He tells Harm. "Then Auntie Mac won't get sad when you go in the plane."

Harm turns to me and gives me an odd expression. "How do you know Auntie Mac gets sad, AJ?"

"She told mommy." Ah, from the mouth of babes.

Well, he was right about that, I just didn't know that he heard. It was before Harm and I got together. About a month before, really. He was heading off to do quals and me, like usual, became this depressed idiot. Harriet caught on and we spent the better part of an hour discussing things. Somehow I let it slip that it upset me when Harm went flying, that I never got over him crashing on the eve of my almost wedding. "Uncle Harm is a little crazy sometimes, that's why I worry."

Grabbing the sponge, Harm wrings it out over my head, completely wetting me. "I am not crazy."

This just sets AJ and Jimmy into this whole laughing fit. It's amazing to know that, at some point, we were all this small and innocent and carefree. AJ finishes his drawings then turns around to us. He smiles again, that big wide, smile then wraps his arms around Harm's neck. "I love you Uncle Harm." He glances up at me and adds. "And even though you're a girl and girls are icky, I love you too Aunt Mac." Letting go at Harm he flings himself at me, totally wetting both my shirt and shorts, but it's okay, really it is. I love this little guy so much and I know Harm feels the same.

After getting the boys dressed and mopping up the one million gallons of water all over my bathroom floor, I head out to the dinning room table to find Harm attempting to feed Jimmy. "C'mon James. . . Here comes the airplane. . .vrooooooooooooooooomm." But, Jimmy has other plans. He's chosen to take the spaghetti from the plate and fling it at Harm. I try not to laugh, but it's no use. With a loud burst, I laugh hard followed by AJ and Jimmy who, I think are only laughing because I am. Harm turns and gives me this pointed glare. "Well you think you can do better?"

Oh boy, a challenge! I head purposefully to the table and take the spoon from Harm. And even before I go to sit down, Jimmy has his mouth open, waiting for a bite. He chews the spaghetti before opening his mouth again. Turning to Harm, I find him staring at us with a look of both confusion and amazement.

"How are you doing that?" He asks as he removes some spaghetti off of his arm. I shrug. It's highly doubtful that it's some sort of maternal thing. But, Harm suggests otherwise. "You're going to make a great mom, Sarah." I sigh happily, now that we've figured this thing out, we have this much more of a chance to work on our deal before we turn eighty. Harm and I stare a each other, both of us with a silly expression.

"I say we add a year to that deal. . .just so we can iron out the kinks in this relationship thing." I offer, ever the lawyer with the well thought out plans.

"I'll take that, if you can throw in a toaster."

I chuckle, "Deal." Course, the moment I think I have this whole feeding Jimmy thing down, I feel a slap of spaghetti on the side of my face. One which is sliding down my cheek and onto the table. Little AJ's laughing his little head off and so is Harm. Turning to Jimmy, I find more sauce on him than on the actual pasta. Oh look, he's now decided to toss some at his brother. With a sigh, I place the spoon down on the plate and glance up at my boyfriend. "You know what this means?"

Harm nods. "Yep, after dinner, it's bath time again."