One week later

Mac had taken Friday off. They were expecting Nathan, Eve and Sophia home for the weekend and she wanted to get some house chores out of the way and get the house ready for company. She had just finished in the shower after a long run when her husband appeared in the doorway.

"Don't we have any kids?" he wondered as he leaned on the doorframe to the bathroom.

She smiled as she wrapped a towel around her head. "Rose is at the stable, Matthew went to Lee's place and Kelly is out with friends. They all promised to be home for dinner."

"Did you have a nice day?" he questioned.

"I had a very nice day," she chuckled. "It's not often that I'm all alone in this house. I got stuff done." She walked over to where he stood and moved her arms around his waist.

He laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around her. "Did you bake?"

"I did," she leaned in and kissed him. "Chocolate cake. Nathan's favorite."

"And mine," he said between kisses.

She started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Do we have time?" he mumbled between kisses.

She answered by moving him towards the bed.

Later

"We really should get up and start with dinner," Mac mumbled as she snuggled even closer to her husband.

"I know," he chuckled.

She kissed his chest softly then rested her hands on it while she studied him cautiously. "Promise me that we'll always find time for us," she requested.

"Of course," he cupped her cheek. "Why?"

She smiled sweetly. "Because between everything that goes on, work, the university, the kids… It's easy to forget. We spend a lot of time together, but sometimes I feel like it's mostly work or the kids, and I don't want us to forget about us. Last weekend was amazing."

He smiled. "It was amazing," he agreed.

She leaned in and kissed him. "Dinner awaits."

"Yes, ma'am," he kissed her softly.

They took a quick shower, then dressed before they walked downstairs hand in hand.

"What is this?" Harm grabbed a photo album from the kitchen counter.

"I've been a little nostalgic today," Mac admitted. "I found this while dusting."

"This is back in the day," he said as he studied the first page. "This is a news article about Uncle Matt stealing the declaration of independence." He turned the page. "You joining JAG," he pointed to a small newspaper clipping. He moved through the pages. "This is the Harm and Mac saga in one album. At your engagement party," he pointed to a picture before he turned the page. "Chloe and you, riding."

Mac opened the fridge and started taking out the things they needed to prepare dinner.

"I don't think I've ever seen this before," he held the album up and pointed to a picture of them in uniform. "Must be after Paraguay because your hair is in a bun."

"That was taken at Guantanamo. We were opposing each other. Beating of a prisoner, the tape getting lost…."

"Yeah, I remember," he turned the page.

"I've had the album forever. It's been with us in London, Florida… I started it after I joined JAG and I kept putting stuff in it. It does hold a lot of good memories."

"Yeah," Harm chuckled. "This is the night we got engaged. I think Bud and Harriet look happier than us about the engagement," he held the album up so that she could see.

She laughed softly. "I think they were. They had to keep up with us bantering for nine years, that night must have felt like a relief. That we finally made it."

"Yeah," Harm chuckled.

The front door opened and shut. "Anyone home!"

"In here, Uncle Matt," Mac called out.

"I brought dessert," Uncle Matt held up a bag. "Ice cream."

"Mac made cake," Harm smirked.

"It's never enough dessert," Matt reasoned as he hugged Mac. "I'm putting it in the freezer."

"How are you, Uncle Matt?" Mac wondered.

"My doctor says that I have the heart of a lion," Matt smiled cleverly. "My yearly check-up and I got the clean bill of health."

"That's great," Mac leaned back against her husband as he squeezed her shoulder. Harm knew that she was always a little worried that her aging Uncle was overdoing things.

"Look what Mac found," Harm pushed the album across the counter for Matt to see.

Matt opened it. "Memories."

"Yeah, it's nine years of history," Mac smiled cleverly.

"We have you to thank for that," Harm added.

"I guess I did have something to do with the two of you meeting," Matt agreed as he looked through the album.

"We better get this dinner started," Harm kissed Mac softly.

"I'll make the salad," she offered.

"Deal," he agreed.

Later

Dinner had been eaten and it was time for dessert. It was nice to have Nathan home. Mac and Harm both noticed how happy he looked.

"Man, this is a great cake," Nathan took another mouthful.

"Agreed," Harm offered a sweet smile in his wife's direction.

"When Mr. Healthfreak digs in, it must really be good," Mac teased.

"This is your grandmother's recipe," Uncle Matt said.

"That's right," Mac smiled.

"A lot of childhood memories from this cake," Matt chuckled. "Once I snuck into the kitchen and stole a bite. She just shook her head when she noticed."

"I can't remember ever seeing her angry," Mac agreed.

Matt nodded. "She never was."

"Well, I'm glad you kept the recipe," Nathan said. He finished with his second piece. "Eve and I have something to say."

Eve smiled. "We set a date for the wedding."

"The day after I graduate," Nathan said.

"Wow," Mac said. "That's great."

"Congratulations," Harm said and everyone else followed.

"I'm going to be a flower girl," Sophia said proudly.

"You'll be a beautiful flower girl, sweetheart," Mac said.

"Did you tell your sister?" Harm asked his son.

"Yeah, she was the first one I told. Or she would have killed me," Nathan chuckled.

Harm nodded. "Looks like we're doing weddings this summer then. Mattie and Alex set a date too. In July."

"When did she call about that?" Mac wondered.

"Today. I forgot to tell you when I got home," he smiled sheepishly, remembering why he had forgotten to tell her.

"There's going to be a lot of hours wearing a suit and a tie," Matthew complained.

"Tell me about it," Matt offered a knowing look in Matthew's direction.

"I need a new dress," Rose said.

"Me too," Kelly agreed.

"I guess there's shopping in our future then," Mac said with a cute smile.

"Uh uh," Harm said.

Later that night

"So, son, you're getting married," Harm put his guitar down when Nathan walked into the room.

"I am," Nathan walked over to the rack of guitars by the wall and grabbed one. "Any advice?"

"I learned something recently," Harm grabbed his guitar again. "To not forget to take time to be a couple. It's easy to forget when life gets busy."

Nathan sat down and started on the same tune as his father. "I guess a weekend away to soak up some sun is good medicine."

"I think the small moments in everyday life are just as important," Harm smiled. "But sometimes, we forget."

"You and Mom seem to do pretty well," Nathan suggested.

"Yeah, we do," Harm agreed. "I made a promise to myself when we got engaged. To apply myself to do my best every day to make our relationship a priority. I think I've done pretty well. It's the same effort I've put into my naval career, my pilot training, the search for my father. Almost was never enough. The same goes for your mom. Almost is never enough. The alternative is that I lose my best friend."

"I'm marrying my best friend," Nathan said as he changed the tune.

Harm followed.

"You remember this one?"

"We made it together," Harm chuckled.

"You taught me how to play the guitar, how to be a good officer and most importantly how to be a good man, a good father, and husband. I won't let you down, Dad," Nathan promised.

"You don't have to be afraid to disappoint me, son," Harm reminded him. "If there's anything, anything at all, good or bad, you can come to me. You know that, right?"

Nathan nodded. "I know. I love you, Dad."

Harm smiled. "I love you too, son."

Later

"So how do you feel about all this?" Harm wondered as he slipped into bed.

Mac was standing in the doorway leading from the bathroom wearing an oversized Navy t-shirt busy lotioning her hands. "Well," she hesitated. "I've come to the conclusion that it's Nathan's life and he's an adult and he can do whatever he wants. He's happy."

Harm nodded. "He is, and even if my first reaction was that he's too young, I get the feeling that he has really thought this through."

"Yeah," Mac walked over to the bed. "He's happy."

Harm nodded.

Mac slipped into bed.

"Two weddings." Harm got comfortable in bed and smiled when Mac lay down and snuggled into his arms. "Two adult kids."

"Yeah, that's something," she kissed his cheek. "Think we can handle that?"

"With you, I can handle anything," he chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"Right back at ya."