A/N: The reviews on last chapter were very interesting and varied quite a bit. While some women would be highly concerned about birthing eight children, others subscribe to the theory of "the more the merrier" and have as many as the Lord intends them to without having medicinal supplements to interfere via surgery or pills. While this author only had one child, two of my uncles came from families of twelve and fourteen kids and their mothers were perfectly content with raising that many children. I have no idea if they cursed their husbands while birthing them though! To each their own opinion. Anyways, hope you enjoy this next piece which is another play on words.

Resistance

Mac is only a few weeks away from giving birth to their first child, a daughter, and Harm couldn't be more thrilled about her impending arrival. His wife on the other hand, is driving him crazy. She's nesting. They keep their house fairly clean, not quite the immaculate way he used to keep his loft, but most things are in some semblance of order. Lately though, even the tiniest speck of dust sends Mac into a cleaning frenzy.

Yesterday, there was a water spot on the glass stove. One tiny little imperfection. So, she decided to clean the kitchen from top to bottom, and even rearranged the cupboards so that the items were in alphabetical order. He made the mistake of incredulously asking loud enough for her to hear, "What person does that?" and nearly found himself sleeping on the couch. He smartly kept the rest of his thoughts to himself concerning the fact that the person who does most of the cooking, which is him, should be the one to decide where things belong.

Today, it was the bathroom. He has to admit it is quite cute seeing her trying to kneel down with her belly protruding prominently in her t-shirt using a sponge to scrub the baseboards. However, she is going to wear herself out at this point, and he wants her to save her energy in case she goes into labor early. He might have to ask Bud if Harriet ever did this kind of thing when she was near term, because this type of behavior cannot be normal!

He tries squatting down and whispering in her ear, "Babe, I think our bathroom is cleaner than the ones in the White House. Would you please lie down and take a nap before you have absolutely no energy left?"

She promptly rolls her eyes at him, "How would you know what the bathrooms look like in the White House?"

Harm smirks, "I've taken a tour!"

Mac shakes her head, thinking to herself, 'Of course he has!' Out loud she remarks, "I might have wanted to at one point, but I doubt I'll ever get the chance now. I don't think the Secret Service would take too kindly to the niece of the man who stole the Declaration of Independence strolling down the corridors of the White House."

Harm chuckles, "I'm sure they would let you in with an armed escort. Especially an armed one who has been awarded medals in the Rose Garden by the President himself."

Mac's only response is a grimy, soapy sponge hitting Harm square in the chest. Internally she is cursing herself for momentarily forgetting the fact that she married a cocky aviator who occasionally still likes to bring out that side of himself. While marriage may have tamed Harm some, he is surely far from being domesticated.

He peels the object off of his now very wet shirt, and sighs. "How about if I offer to finish cleaning, while you go take a nap."

Mac yanks the sponge back out of his hands, and continues what she was doing, huffing "I'm not tired! Why don't you go take a nap and leave me to my work?"

The phone begins to ring, and Harm reluctantly rises to go answer it, "Rabb."

"Good afternoon, Sir," Bud replies.

Harm answers, "Hi Bud. I can't talk at the moment because Mac is resisting a rest."

Bud hurriedly replies, "We'll be right over" and hangs up before Harm has a chance to say anything else. Not thinking anything of it, Harm places the phone back in the cradle and walks back to continue his disagreement with his wife. Maybe if he tells her that they are going to have company, he can get her to stop cleaning. As he heads back down the hall, he reconsiders, that might just make her want to tidy up something else before they arrive. At least with Harriet here to keep Mac occupied, he can go wash his Corvette with Bud, and get some insider advice from a parent who has been through this before. He looks down at his soaked shirt and decides there is not point in changing in when it is just going to get more wet when he washes the car.

At the Robert's house, Bud yells up the stairs, "Harriet. We have to get to Harm and Mac's right now."

Harriet rushes down, "What's the matter?"

Bud answers, "I'm not quite sure. Harm couldn't talk because Mac was resisting arrest. I know he's her lawyer and can handle whatever she needs, but I think we need to be there for them for moral support. I can't even imagine what happened or why she would be fighting with the cops, it's just not like her and she knows better! I can't even fathom what the Admiral is going to say about this."

Harriet places her hand over her mouth, "Oh my gosh. Let me just call Mrs. Jenkins to see if she can watch the boys. You go ahead over, and I will meet you there when I can. And don't you dare call the Admiral until we know what is going on!"

Bud nods, grabbing his keys off the hook as he rushes out the front door. He tries his best not to trip on the porch steps in his haste, sliding to a skid at the side of the minivan. He drives much faster than he should, racing across town and ignoring speed limits to get to Harm and Mac's house. He is surprised not to find any police cars when he arrives and both their cars are still in the driveway with a bucket of soapy water sitting next to the Corvette. He would figure that Harm would have followed the police car to the station. A wild thought runs through his head, wondering if somehow Harm got himself arrested too being overprotective of his wife.

Fishing his cellphone out of his pocket on his way to their front door, Bud has his fist curled and poised to knock when Harm opens the front door, "Bud? You got here rather quickly." Harm watches as Bud leans against the porch post for leverage, letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, and turning white as a sheet. Harm grabs his arm to help support him and leads him over to the chaise lounge to have him sit down. "You are pale as a ghost. What's going on, and where is Harriet? I thought she was coming with you."

Bud catches his breath, "She'll be here shortly. Why aren't you with Mac?"

Harm chuckles, "Mac is busy trying to make every inch of the house sparkly and bright. I needed an escape. I was coming out to wash the car while I waited for you guys to arrive."

Bud furrows his brows, "What happened to the cops? And how is she still here?"

Harm squints his eyes and shakes his head trying to clear it, having absolutely no idea what Bud is talking about. "What cops? And why wouldn't she be here?"

Bud stammers, "When I called earlier, you said you couldn't talk because she was resisting arrest. I raced over here so that I could help you while Harriet is trying to find someone to watch the boys."

Harm bursts out in laughter, realizing finally how Bud interpreted his statement. He slaps him on the shoulder, "I was just trying to get her to take a nap, and she was not having any part of it." Emphasizing his words, he restates, "She was resisting a rest."

Befuddled, Bud drops his jaw, "Oh!"

Harm smiles, "Now that you know everything is okay, why don't you call your wife and let her know so that Harriet doesn't stay harried! Also, tell her to bring our godchildren along with her. I'll go grab you a beer, and let Mac know that you are here. Maybe then I can get her to stop cleaning long enough to socialize."

Bud exhales loudly, "Uh, yeah. A beer would be good." He dials his wife, silently sending a prayer upwards that she isn't going to kill him for his misinterpretation of Harm's words.

Harriet answers immediately, "Bud, Mrs. Jenkins wasn't home. I'm still trying to see if I can find someone to watch the boys. Did you find out what happened?"

Bud answers, "Everything is fine. Bring the boys with you and come on over."

Harriet questions, "What do you mean everything is fine? One of our best friends is going to jail, and everything is fine? Bud Roberts!"

Bud sighs, admitting his mistake, "I heard Harm wrong. Mac is here, inside the house cleaning. There are no cops, no charges, and we are waiting for you."

Harriet, still slightly confused, queries, "And just how did you hear Harm wrong?"

Bud groans, "Harm was trying to get her to lay down and take a nap, aka a rest, and she was resisting his attempts to get her to relax."

Harriet brings her hand to her mouth to stop the laughter rising up in her chest, and drops the phone in the process. Bud can hear her lowly chuckling, which increases in volume the closer the phone gets back to her mouth, "Oh, Bud! Only you could get Harm's words confused. Just hang tight and enjoy some time with our friends. I'll be over with the boys shortly."

The End