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Epilogue

"Mac, where are my shoes?" Harm called from the master bedroom. "We have to leave!"

Mac smiled down at the tiny baby on the changing table and finished dressing him before she lifted him up and held him close to her. "Your Daddy's silly Frankie," she cooed to the infant.

Calmly she walked into the master bedroom and kneeled down in the closet, still holding her son close to her with one arm, and picked up her husband's shoes. She walked up behind him in the bathroom and held his shoes up so he could see them in the mirror.

"They were in the closet, right where they always are," she said with a smile.

"Thanks; guess I overlooked them," he said with a sheepish grin. "Everyone ready to go?"

"We're all just waiting on you, Sailor," she told him. "I'll go start loading everyone into the van."

Harm nodded. "I'll be right down."

Mac walked back to the nursery and picked up the diaper bag before she made her way down the stairs to find her other children sitting in the family room watching television, just where she'd left them a few minutes before. "Everyone gather your things and let's go get into the van," she said. "Daddy will be down in just a minute."

"I'll take the diaper bag for you Mommy," their eldest child said. At age six, Zach was always looking for ways to help his mother.

"Thank you, sweetie," Mac said, handing the bag to him. "Ali, where's your shoes?"

"I don't wanna wear shoes, Mommy," the four year old girl protested.

"Alicia, go get your shoes," Mac said in a tone that would brook no argument.

"Yes ma'am," Ali said with a slight pout as she hurried to get her shoes.

"I'll help Bubby," Zach said, nodding to his two year old brother and taking his hand as they all moved towards the garage entrance.

Harm joined them at this point and helped her get the children all buckled into the appropriate car seats before he and Mac climbed into the van and buckled themselves in.

"We go Dimmy's?" two year old Robert asked. When he was born his siblings had transposed the shortened version of Robert, whom the adults all called Bobby, into the name 'Bubby'. The nickname had stuck and now everyone called him that.

"That's right, Bubby; we're going to Jimmy's," Harm said with a smile. "Do you want to play in the sandbox with Jimmy today?"

"Yes!" the toddler said happily, bouncing in his seat and clapping his hands excitedly.

Mac smiled at her husband of eight years before looking out the window.

After Harm had left for his deployment to an active air squadron, she'd been partnered with Commander Mic Brumby. She and Harm had nourished their relationship through emails, phone calls and instant messaging during the entire time he'd been gone.

When Harm had returned to Washington, he was allowed to return to JAG and Mac was given the choice of returning to Quantico as their SJA or taking on a position at the Pentagon as a legal advisor and translator. She'd chosen the Pentagon position and she and Harm were married two months later in a small ceremony with just his family and their closest friends present.

They had started looking for a house right away, and after four months of searching they found the perfect home for them in West Springfield, in a quiet neighborhood near Lake Accotink and its surrounding park. Mac told everyone that the name of the street was how she knew that it was fate that the home was meant for them: Harmon Pl.

They were settling into their new jobs, their new home and their new lives as husband and wife and they had agreed that Mac would stop taking her birth control pills and they would just see what happened. If they weren't expecting in a year's time, they'd go see a doctor and find out if they needed to do something to help things along. Just weeks after their second wedding anniversary, Mac gave birth to their first child. After much discussion on the subject they both knew that they wanted a large family, but didn't really set a number on how many children they would have. Both felt that they would know when their family was complete.

Zachary Nicholas was first, followed just under two years later by his sister, Alicia Danae. Robert Harmon came along just over two years after his sister, and Franklin Patrick had just turned twelve weeks a few days ago.

As they pulled up in front of the Roberts' home, Mac turned her attention to her excited children. They always loved coming over to Uncle Bud's and Auntie Harriet's house, especially when the extended JAG 'family' would be there as well. Today was Independence Day and the Roberts' were having a barbecue to celebrate the holiday.

Helping their children out of the van, Harm handed Frankie to his wife and moved to the back to bring out the ice chest that they'd brought.

Harriet greeted them all at the front door, hugging and kissing each child as they entered and sending them to the backyard.

"Mac, Harm, glad you made it!" she said happily. She stood on tiptoe to kiss Harm on the cheek and instructed him to carry the ice chest to the backyard and set it beside the others. "Oh, let me see that little guy!" she said, holding her arms out for Frankie. "I swear he's grown six inches already."

"You may be right," Mac chuckled as she handed her son over to her exuberant hostess. "I can't believe he's already twelve weeks old. How are you feeling, by the way?"

Harriet placed a hand on her slightly extended abdomen and smiled. "Great, now that the morning sickness has passed!" She looked around to be sure no one could hear and told Mac, "we found out that we're having twins again this time, can you believe it?"

Mac's eyes widened and she hugged her friend. "That's wonderful! I'm so excited for you both."

Later that evening as everyone was chatting happily and congratulating Bud and Harriet on their news about the twins, Mac leaned against her husband and tilted her head to kiss his jaw.

"You know, I think she had the right idea when she retired to raise her children," she said softly.

Harm pulled back enough to look into her eyes. "Is it something you're considering?"

"If we can manage without my income, yes," she said softly. "Harm… I went to the doctor Friday afternoon… I'm pregnant; about six weeks." She shook her head and grinned ruefully at him. "Looks like we got pregnant right out of the gate."

Harm remembered the night after Mac's six week checkup when her doctor had given them the all-clear and returned her rueful grin. "We were just a bit enthusiastic that night," he said with a nod. His look turned to one of concern. "Are you okay with it happening this soon? Especially since this one wasn't planned?"

Mac took his hand and kissed his knuckles. "I told you I want a big family; of course I am. Are you okay with it happening this soon?"

Harm got a mischievous look in his eye and kissed her neck. "Woman, if it were up to me I'd keep you barefoot and pregnant until we couldn't have anymore."

Mac, seeing his look, lightly thwacked him in the chest and laughed. "You're only off the hook because I know you're joking… well, mostly, at least."

Harm wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Honestly Mac, I couldn't be happier. I love the life we have together." He was quiet for a moment and then he spoke quietly. "I, uh, got a job offer today," he said. "It would mean I'd be home more and I'd make a lot more money; no more TAD's or dangerous assignments."

"Oh?" Mac asked softly. "Tell me."

"Sloan and Foster," he said. "Full benefits package, six figures a year salary, paid holidays and vacations, and a sign-on bonus that is very nice. They've been working with several child advocacy groups and need someone willing to specialize in that area."

"You want it, don't you?" Mac asked, turning slightly to see his eyes. Sloan and Foster was one of the area's most prestigious law firms.

Harm nodded slowly. "I've got my twenty in so I can retire from the Navy with full benefits. I'm ready for a new chapter in my life and I like the idea of being home more."

Mac kissed him tenderly. "Then call them tomorrow morning and tell them you accept."

"Really?" Harm asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Really," Mac nodded. "I think it sounds like a wonderful opportunity."

Harm smiled and nodded. "Thanks Mac," he said. After a moment he chuckled and kissed her neck again. "Who would have ever guessed that we'd come so far?"

"Mmm," Mac murmured in agreement. "We just had to overcome our fears, I guess."

"And our intimacy issues," he grinned. "Speaking of which, why don't we gather up our hooligans and get them home to bed and we can continue working on that?"

Mac laughed and stood holding out her hand to help him up. "I like the way you think."

END