Chapter 11
Ok this isn't as long as usual, mainly cause I have caught yet another cold and feel miserable, but I had to get this typed up since it was running through my head all day long. Actually this is mainly true. My daughter was SOOO like this story, it was beyond funny. My son too.. he wouldn't nurse if there was ANY noise whatsoever. My daughter was the one that always made noise during those most opportune times.. hahaah.. so… Have fun!!!
"Come on Reese. Why are you being this way?" Mac was at her wits end with the newborn.
Reese was a beautiful perfect baby. His dark hair and dark eyes made his parents not able to say he wasn't theirs. His dark skin resembled his mothers but his little stubborn streak definitely came from his father. Totally completely his father, she was certain. She was trying to nurse him since he demanded to be fed however all he wanted to do was lay there and stare up at his mothers face.
"Reese, honey. Eat." She shifted the baby to pull the nursing bra flap back up but he suddenly turned his head and latched on sucking furiously causing Mac to roll her eyes…AGAIN. "You are as stubborn as your daddy little man."
Mac looked up as Harm walked through the front door of the loft, all smiles on his face, carrying a single red rose and a little stuffed floppy dog. "Hi loves of my life." He beamed as his son flipped his head to the side trying to find the source of the voice.
"Harm, I just got him to eat." Mac complained.
"I'm sorry. Has he been a good boy today?" Harm asked.
"NO. He hasn't Harm." She handed the baby off to his father and adjusted her clothing.
"Aweee hi there sweet boy, have you been causing mommy problems today? What sort of problems could a three week old cause?" He asked his son then looked up as Mac stopped suddenly across the room from him.
"What sort of problems? You have not spent a minute trying to feed that little…child." She pointed at the little blue bundle. "Do you see this spot? That's where he spit up on me the last time after I had just changed from the previous time he spit up on me…"
"Well daddy's here now, let me take over." Harm was trying to smooth things over for mom.
"Yes because the almighty Harmon Rabb Jr. is here to save the day." Mac stormed around the counter in the kitchen and placed her hands on the sink edge.
"Mac." Harm grabbed a pacifier for Reese and laid him in his Moses basket on the table.
"Sorry, its been a long day. He wont eat long enough and every little noise drags him off to another world. I think I will take this time and go pump." She turned and smiled at him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "Ouch." She pushed gently away from him as he looked worriedly at her.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Like I said, he hasn't ate much and I need to go pump." She moved her hands to the top of her full hard breasts and smiled at him as his eyes grew dark with the thought.
"Need help?" He asked hoping to get a yes answer.
"Yes, you tend to your son, then you can give him a bottle." She laughed at him as his shoulders sunk and he threw his head back and moaned.
"Ill be back." Mac raised up and kissed the poor pitiful looking man on the lips receiving a Harm smile in return.
"Oh by the way, you'll never guess who I ran into today." Harm hollered after her as she walked to the bedroom.
"I need relaxation." She yelled back as he laughed and Reese let out a squall from his Moses basket.
"Gunny." Harm said as he picked his son up and cuddled him to his shoulder. "What is it you want little man?"
"I'm trying to pump breast milk Harm. Thanks." She heard Harm singing to Reese and Reese in turn making cooing baby sounds. This apparently helped with the milk flow. The more singing, the more noise and the more milk. "This is much better." She said aloud as she easily filled yet another small bottle of milk.
Mac checked on her men, standing at the doorway watching the sight before her. The man she loved and had loved for so long was rocking back and forth rubbing the small back of the three week old baby boy, all swaddled in blue. Harm held Reese against his chest as he gently sang What becomes of a broken heart to him. Mac silently laughed at the choice of song, remembering that night in the bar when they were all singing it together. Mac glanced to her side and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and quickly decided to grab a quick shower while she had the chance.
"I think you're mommy decided to run away on us Reese." Harm whispered to his son as he heard the water in the shower turn on. "Maybe I should lay you down and go see if she needs any help." Harm started to lower the sleeping babe to his basket when Reese's eyes snapped open and the little arms started swinging. "Okay, so you have second thoughts on that idea I see. In that case we will let mommy shower alone.. this time." He went back to rocking and singing to his cute little adorable son that apparently had full control of this family.
The second Mac emerged from the bedroom, happily showered, dressed in clean clothes, makeup applied and hair fixed, well pulled up in a funky little pony tail, there was a knock at the door. She looked at Harm as he was sitting on the couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table and a cooing baby laying on his legs. He simply smiled and pointed to the door.
"Are we expecting someone?" Mac asked as she turned the door knob in her hand.
"COLONEL." Rang out the most adorable voice Mac had heard in quite some time.
"GUNNY. What are you doing here? Come in Come in." Mac quickly hugged Gunny as he handed her a box of Cadbury chocolates.
"I was in the neighborhood, thought I would drop by. These are for you from my last trip to Scotland. After these I promise you will never eat American chocolate again. Ever. And I heard you had the baby. I bring presents."
"Oh you most certainly are our guardian angel Gunny. The smartest thing a man can do is bring a new mom chocolate." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Come see Reese." Harm stood up and handed the happy baby over to Gunny.
"Wow, he looks exactly like both of you. He's beautiful." Gunny announced.
"This is beautiful Gunny. Thank you so much." Mac held up a handmade quilt covered in little blue airplanes, then laughed at the GO MARINES stitched into the bottom of the quilt. Reese's full name was stitched across the top with little anchors on each side of his name.
"My grandmother made it Ma'am. I'm glad you like it."
Forty-Five minutes later, after both Gunny and Harm had fed Reese and Reese had managed to spit up on both of them, Gunny made his exit and promised to not stay away so long again. Harm went to change his shirt as Mac laid Reese down for the night. She hoped.
"When do babies start sleeping through the night?" She asked as Harm walked back into the living room.
"With our luck, never." He snorted. He moved the basket off the table so they could settle down for a movie and cuddling on the couch. He hoped that was.
"I know Harriet was always so worn out but I never actually realized how tiring a baby is." She closed her eyes as she curled her feet up under her and laid her head on his shoulder.
"How many more do you want?" Harm smiled as she sat up and looked at him.
"You never ask a new mother that Harm. Are you all there?" She tapped him on the head as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.
"You get the night Mac, Ill take care of Reese. Since you gave us enough milk I think I can handle him." He laughed as her face lit up in a beautiful wide smile.
"Well in that case, how can I repay you Sailor?" She leaned in and kissed him, while moving her hands to the buttons on his shirt.
"Let me count the ways, but you still have to go to the doctor don't you?" He questioned her with worry on his face.
"Why? I'm fine. How many ways match mine?" She managed to get all the buttons undone and his shirt open.
"But… don't you have to have the ok?" He took a deep breath when her lips touched his neck and she moved her legs so she straddled his lap.
"Harm, for once don't question, just act." She laughed when he quickly grabbed her around the waist and flipped her to the couch beneath him.
"Act you say. Well then Marine…." Harm had her shirt hem and was moving it upward when he closed his eyes and dropped his head to the crook of Macs neck.
Reese had other thoughts of what his parents should be doing and it certainly was NOT what they wanted to do. He let out a wicked little ear piercing cry demanding to be acknowledged at that very moment.
"He has the timing of your grandmother." Mac laughed as Harm raised himself up off the couch and grabbed his shirt off the floor.
"Can we return him for the model that they have at Wal-Mart?" Harm smiled as he headed to the crib to comfort his crying son.
"That's a thought but I'm pretty sure they do not carry his model there, so it might be hard convincing them to take him." Mac hollered back and laughed as Harm returned looking frazzled at the screaming newborn. "Isn't he cute?" She smiled and tipped her head sideways at her boys.
"When can we get a babysitter?" Harm asked as he settled back on the couch beside Mac then realized Reese had already drifted off to sleep. "Well…"
"I guess he's the perfect form of birth control." Mac sipped her honey tea and pushed play on the remote.
"Yet Budd and Harriet have how many now? How do they do that?" Harm laughed when Mac choked on her tea and slapped him on the arm.
"Speaking of birth control, he's out again. Maybe he was dreaming of fighter navy jets and had a nightmare." She smiled when Harm frowned at her.
"More like insane Marines out to save the world." He rose and walked his son to his crib, followed by his Marine. "No more movie?"
"Bed." She answered and pulled her shirt over her head.
"Bed is good." He walked over to her and pulled her close. "Hi."
"Hi yourself. Where were we?" She whispered as he kissed her neck and started lower down the curve of her shoulders.
Reese once again broke into his method of birth control and screamed his baby scream.
"Reese." Harm drug his name out hoping it would put him back to sleep.
"That's it, call the nearest Wal-Mart." Mac flung her hands in the air and flopped down on the bed.