A/N: Sorry this is late! Like I said, I started a new job, so I haven't had a lot of free time! THANK YOU so much for all of the great feedback! I really appreciate it! Enjoy…

19:21 EST

Rabb Home

Clifton, VA

Harm sat in a chair near the sofa, watching as Mac nursed Miranda. He couldn't describe the feelings of love and joy that flowed through him, as he took in the sight of his wife cradling their daughter close, while she suckled at the breast.

Mac looked up at him, and smiled almost shyly. "What?" she asked.

Harm moved his head, her question rousing him from his thoughts. "I was just thinking," he told her.

Mac raised her eyebrows. "Thinking about what?"

"How beautiful you are," he told her, smiling when she blushed. "And how perfect it is to watch you feeding Miranda."

Mac smiled, nodding.

Harm set the book he had been reading down on the side table, and moved to sit beside Mac on the sofa. He put his right arm around her, using his left hand to rub the top of Miranda's head. "She's tired," he noted, as he watched her eyes droop shut, and then open again.

"She's been staying awake a lot more the last couple of days," Mac said. "I don't know if it was because of all of the people in the house, or if she's just getting to a point where she needs less sleep."

"Well, if she sleeps more now that it's quieted down, you'll have your answer," he smiled at her.

Mac nodded. "She's going a bit longer between feedings, too," she said. "She's been eating about every two and a half to three hours, instead of every two hours."

"Is that good or bad?" Harm asked her.

"I'm not sure," Mac replied. She looked down at Miranda again, and smiled when she saw that she was sound asleep. Carefully breaking the suction Miranda had on the nipple, she lifted her up to her shoulder and rubbed her back, murmuring softly to her.

Harm tenderly kissed her forehead. "Want me to take her up to bed?" he asked.

Mac shook her head. "No, I'll do it," she told him.

Harm nodded. "Okay." He watched as Mac stood, and carried Miranda up the stairs. Picking his book up off of the end table, he started to read where he'd left off. It had been about fifteen minutes since Mac had taken Miranda upstairs, when he heard her come back down. Glancing up from his book, he froze, staring at the vision that was coming towards him.

Mac was wearing a peach-colored nightgown, that was barely long enough to cover her bottom, with a sheer robe of the same color over the top. The lace bodice left little to the imagination, and it was held onto her body by two thin spaghetti straps. She smiled at him, as she moved to the sofa and took his book from his hands, setting it aside, and climbing into his lap. "I love you," she whispered, as she leaned her forehead against his, looking into his eyes.

"I love you, too," he whispered back, returning her intense gaze. "You look amazing," he told her, running his hand through her silky hair.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. She ran her hand through his hair, down his neck, and then along his chest to the waistband of his jeans, and then back again.

Harm cupped her cheek in his palm, and leaned forward to kiss her. It was a slow, gentle, cherishing kiss, that spoke of his love for her. When the need for air became too much, he pulled away as slowly as he could, breathing raggedly.

Mac, too, was breathing heavily, as her lips tingled from the kiss. "I want you," she whispered to him.

Harm kissed her again, this time with a kiss that spoke of passion, and need, as he pushed the sheer robe off of her shoulders, discarding it somewhere on the floor behind her. He pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing down her neck, and then tracing the scar at the base of her throat with his tongue. He smiled at Mac's soft moan of pleasure, as he kissed his way back up her neck to her ear.

Mac stood, pulling him with her, and unbuttoned the simple cotton shirt he wore, pushing it off of him, and allowing it to join her robe on the floor. Then she lifted the hem of his t-shirt, pushing it up as far as she could, and then allowing him to pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. She placed her flattened palms on his rock-hard abdomen, and then trailed them up to his chest, and then down along his arms, her eyes following the path her hands were taking.

Harm stood as still as he could, watching her caress his body. The intensity of her gaze, combined with the softness of her touch, was turning him on. When she pressed her lips to his neck, he inhaled sharply.

Her lips blazed a trail of heat along his skin, down his neck and chest, pausing long enough to swirl her tongue around each nipple, before she moved her kisses down his abdomen. She kneeled in front of him, unbuttoning, and then unzipping, his jeans. Pulling both his jeans and his boxers from him, she helped him step out of them, pushing them out of the way, and then standing again. When she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, pushing her tongue into his mouth, and he groaned.

Harm pulled her against him, and kissed her hard. Suddenly, he pushed her away, smiling at her surprised look, and pulled her nightgown over her head, dropping it while he allowed his eyes to roam over her. He pulled her close and kissed her again, before lowering her to the sofa, stretching out over her. He looked into her eyes, brushing the hair from her forehead. "I love you, Sarah," he said softly.

Mac's eyes filled with tears, as she smiled at Harm. The way he said her name always made her feel so loved. Smiling, she kissed him deeply again.

Harm pulled her closer, and allowed himself to fall into the flames again.

23:02 EST

Rabb Home

Clifton, VA

Mac opened one eye and frowned, wondering what had woken her. When she heard it again, she opened the other eye and carefully pushed herself off of her husband, switching off the baby monitor so it wouldn't wake him, and then covering him with the blanket off the back of the sofa. She quickly retrieved her discarded clothing, and went upstairs. Walking into the bedroom, she grabbed her robe off the chest at the foot of the bed and pulled it on, before moving to the cradle and lifting her squalling child from it. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured. "Mommy's here."

Miranda began 'rooting', and Mac frowned at how frantic she seemed.

"You went over three hours this time, it's no wonder you're hungry," she said, sitting in the rocking chair and opening her robe enough to allow Miranda to nurse.

Miranda's cries settled into soft whimpers as she began to nurse. After a few minutes, she had quieted, and was looking up into her mother's eyes.

Mac ran her finger along her cheek, smiling down at her. "Is that better?" she asked softly. She heard a noise by the bedroom door and looked over, seeing Harm come in wearing just his boxers, the rest of his clothing held loosely in his hand. "I didn't mean for her to wake you," she told him.

Harm smiled at her. "She didn't; I missed my wife."

He walked over to her and gave her a slow, loving kiss. Then he leaned forward and kissed Miranda. "How's my princess?" he asked her.

Miranda stopped nursing long enough to give him a smile, and then returned to suckling, a deep frown of concentration on her face.

Harm looked at Mac and grinned. "Think she knows that smile melts me?"

Mac winked at him. "I'm sure she does."

Harm moved to the bathroom, and was in there for a couple of minutes, before coming back out and climbing into bed, turning so he could watch Mac and Miranda.

Mac rocked gently back and forth, humming softly, while Miranda nursed. After five minutes, she switched sides and continued, softly touching her baby girl, while she looked into her eyes.

Miranda nursed for another sixteen minutes, before she pulled away and took a deep breath.

"Are you finished?" Mac asked, smiling at her. She waited for a moment before she tried to get her to latch on again. When Miranda refused, she nodded. "You're done," she said.

Standing, she carried Miranda over to the changing table and laid her down. She fixed her robe, and then changed Miranda, before carrying her back over to the rocker.

"Why don't you bring her over here and let her lie down with us for awhile?" Harm asked, just before she sat down.

"I don't want her to get used to sleeping with us," Mac told him. "I hear it's a tough habit to break them of."

"She's not going to sleep with us," he assured her. "But it's unlikely she'll fall back to sleep right away, so we can spend some time with her here."

"Okay, as long as she sleeps in her own bed," Mac told him, as she carried Miranda over and put her in the middle of the bed.

Harm had turned so he was facing the center of the bed, and he looked down at Miranda as Mac climbed in to bed, smiling at her. He put his finger near her hand, and let her grip it tight, just as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"Your Mom's right," Mac told him. "Her hair and eyes are darker than they used to be."

Harm nodded. "I think Frank is right, too," he said. "When I bathed her tonight, I noticed that her hair curled up as soon as it was wet."

Mac smiled down at Miranda. "You're such a pretty girl," she said to her.

Miranda smiled, and Mac laughed.

Harm just stared at Mac, a contented smile on his face.

They lay there with Miranda for about an hour, talking to her, and each other, and just enjoying the time together as a family. When Miranda finally drifted off to sleep, Harm carefully picked her up and put her into her cradle, and then crawled back into bed.

Pulling Mac close to him, he kissed her deeply. "Thank you," he whispered to her.

"For what?" she asked.

"For making me the happiest man in the world," he replied.

Mac smiled at him, and then kissed him again. "Tired?" she asked.

"Not yet," he answered. "I had a pretty good nap a little while ago."

"Mmm," she murmured, kissing his neck. "I can think of one or two things to wear you out."

Harm unbelted her robe and pushed it off of her. "Show me," he said, giving her the sexy smile that made her stomach flutter and her knees feel weak.

So she did.

10:14 EST

Bethesda Naval Hospital

Bethesda, MD

One Week Later

Dr. Neal entered the exam room and smiled at Harm and Mac. "How are we doing?"

"Great," Mac told her. "She's completely off of the oxygen, and she's started smiling at us."

Dr. Neal looked surprised. "Wow, that's great, considering she was premature." She eyed both Harm and Mac. "You two look amazingly well rested for parents of a newborn."

Harm grinned. "We've worked out a schedule, so that we're both getting enough sleep," he told her.

"That is excellent," Dr. Neal told them. "I wish I saw more parents that work together like that." She looked at Miranda's chart. "Well, she's only gained about four ounces, which is okay. As long as she's still gaining and not losing, I'm not going to worry too much. Okay, sweetie, let's have a look at you."

Mac stepped out of the way, so that Dr. Neal could examine her. After she was done with her exam, she stepped back and nodded to Mac.

"You can get her dressed now," she told her.

Mac moved back to the exam table and started dressing Miranda again, as she listened to Dr. Neal.

"She looks great, and she's developing normally," Dr. Neal said. "Unless there's a problem, I don't need to see her again for six more weeks, at which time she'll be due for her second series of vaccinations."

"We're leaving in five weeks for vacation in California," Harm told her. "Should we come in early, or wait until we get back?"

"How long will you be gone?" she asked.

"We're planning on two weeks," Harm told her.

"I don't see any reason why you can't wait until you get back," she said. "As long as it is within the next eight weeks, we're okay."

Harm nodded, as Mac picked Miranda up from the table.

"Do either of you have any questions for me?" she asked them.

"She was staying awake longer while we had a house full of company, but she's sleeping more again," Mac told her. "Is that normal?"

Dr. Neal smiled and nodded. "Babies are affected by their environments, so any changes will affect how much they sleep, and sometimes their moods."

"She's also started going longer between feedings," Mac said. "She used to eat every two hours almost like clockwork, and now she's going two and a half to three hours at a time. Is that something to be concerned about?"

"No; in fact, the stretches between feeding times may increase as she gets older, and especially after you introduce solid foods. We're not going to do that for a couple of months yet, but I just want you to be aware. Like I said before, as long as she isn't losing weight, she's okay. Anything else?"

Harm and Mac looked at one another, both shaking their heads.

"No, I think we're good," Harm told her.

"All right then," she said. "Have a good vacation, and I'll see you in six to eight weeks."

"Thank you, Dr. Neal," Mac said.

Harm thanked her, and they followed her out of the exam room to go and checkout.