A/N: Hard to believe we are almost at the end of these little glimpses into the Rabb family holidays. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Who knows, I might try this again next Christmas with a different set of ideas. But for now, I have to go wrap presents unless anyone wants to volunteer to do it for me…please!

Whipped

Mac was worried that the photographer she had hired to come to the house for some family photos wasn't going to be able to arrive due to the last few days of weather. The photographer had come highly recommended and he had ensured Mac that if he could get there without losing life and limb that their appointment would be kept. Thankfully, Mother Nature had given them a little break, and the photographer had sent Mac a text confirming that he would be there at noon. Harm was able to get out and clear what was left of the snow drifts, the driveway, and the walkway after some of the snow had melted with a little help from their gracious neighbors.

After all that, Harm had declared that what he wanted for Christmas next year was a snow blower because his back just simply couldn't take all this shoveling anymore after multiple punch-outs. Mac had looked into it online, but unfortunately couldn't find any in stock at their local hardware stores or power equipment retailers. Frank happened to notice her trying to find one, and he offered to make a few calls to see if he could make it happen a little bit sooner. He wasn't aware of Chrysler manufacturing any of them, but it was quite possible that one of their subsidiaries did. If not, he had powerful friends in the industry and was quite sure that he would be able to come up with something. The last thing he wanted was to have Harm laid up for Christmas, and if it snowed again that is likely what would end up happening.

They had a little more than an hour before the photographer was due to arrive. Mac insisted that Harm stretch out in their bed and relax for at least the next twenty minutes. When he started to object, she flat out told him, "If you don't want your chestnuts roasting over an open fire, you will get your six up to our bed right now! I will be up there after I get the kids dressed in their outfits, and I better find you relaxing when I get there!"

Knowing that she means business when she uses the tone normally only used by seasoned drill instructors or flag officers dressing down their staff's, Harm takes the steps up to their room quickly but cautiously. As soon as he is out of earshot, Trish chuckles at the fact that her son is clearly whipped! She offers to get the kids dressed while Mac tends to Harm. Knowing that Mac had a few different shots planned, she verified which outfit Mac wanted the family in for the first group of shots.

Mac entered the master bedroom to find that Harm had changed into his pajama pants and was laying down flat on his stomach. She grabbed her bottle of 100% therapeutic grade peppermint oil, climbed on the bed, and straddled his lower thighs. Rubbing the oil generously into her hands, she started at the base of his neck and masterfully massaged the oil into his aching muscles. He had dozed off midway through her ministrations. Knowing that time was running short, she eased his pants down a little to make sure she covered all of his vertebrae including the base of his tailbone. The feel of her soft hands over his six definitely woke him up. She chuckles as she slides off of him, "I thought that might wake you up, Sailor. I need to get dressed, and you need to get your shirt on too. Jackson will be here shortly."

Harm turns over on his side, amazed at how much better he feels, "We're doing the pajamas first?"

Mac yells from the closet, "Yeah. I had a feeling that you were going to get comfortable after I ordered you up here, so I told your mom that we would start with those. She is getting everyone else ready."

When Mac had mentioned that she hired a professional photographer to take some shots while the family was all here, Harm had been thrilled until he realized that this wasn't going to be just a simple family photo. Mac had booked an entire afternoon with Mr. Jackson Demille and she wanted both posed and candid shots in multiple outfits. One of them being matching pajamas. Harm had hemmed and hawed about the idea arguing that no self-respecting Navy Captain would be caught in pajamas with a hood until Mac told him that he could pick out what they wore as long as their attire wasn't Navy blue. She wanted something festive and in traditional holiday colors. He decided on rompers for the women and simple shirts and pants for the gents that had a red background with white Christmas trees and reindeer because he loved seeing Mac and Trisha in red. It really was their best color, and it would suit his mother and grandmother as well. His only other requirement was that they wear their Santa hats instead of the hoods on the PJ's.

Harm was shocked when Jackson arrived. He wasn't expecting a man in his late seventies dressed in a suit, bowtie, and a newsboy cap to be their photographer. Harm pulled him to the side to see if he could extend their time by an hour. He wanted the professional on hand for when they created their afternoon snack, and thought it would be perfect if they made it in their pajamas since the idea was going to match their outfits. Mr. Demille was perfectly fine with that as his evening client had cancelled due to the fact that the storm had delayed their relatives arriving. He informed Harm that he could stay as long as they wanted him too.

Harm informed Mac of his intentions that way she could get the posed shots in first before the kids made a mess of things and themselves. They took one shot with the whole family standing together, and another with the elders sitting on the couch with Harm and Mac sprawled out sideways on the floor in front of them and their children sitting in the middle. There was one of the three generations of men and the four generations of the women. By the time this set of photos was complete, they all adjourned into the kitchen.

Harm brought out bowls of evenly sliced strawberries and bananas and another with chunks of both fruits, a bag of poppy seeds, and the whipped cream. He asked Mac to grab his carefully constructed skewers from the pantry. He had taken hangers from their dry cleaning, sanitized them, and molded them to a hook shape. The kids used alternating pieces of banana and strawberry to create their own fruit candy canes.

While they were making those, Harm grabbed a few items for his own creation. He took two chunks of strawberry for the base and the tipped hat, and one hunk of banana that he inserted in the middle for a face. He carefully placed two poppyseeds on the banana to resemble eyes and added a few dots of whipped cream in the middle of the bottom strawberry and one dot on the tip of the top one to create edible Santa's.

Jackson had clicked away during the creation phase, and the eating phase including when Matt mashed his banana all over the front of his shirt. Gigi had tried to help him clean it off and he rewarded her by trying to feed her a piece of strawberry that left her with a whipped cream moustache.

Jackson had nearly dropped his camera when Harm and Mac engaged in a small whipped cream war with each other when Mac decided that Harm needed a Santa beard made entirely of whipped cream. Never being one to back down from a challenge, he added some on her nose and topped it with a cherry. Neither of them wanted to get too carried away because they had more formal photos to still take as well and didn't want to have to delay by taking showers. After everyone had washed up, they had gone upstairs to change for the next set.

Mac had vetoed uniforms for these shots. There were already several formal pictures of them like that and she didn't want her children dressed in matching uniforms to complement their parents. With Trish's help, Mac had carefully selected elegant gowns in various shades of blue for the women and black tailored suits with baby blue shirts for the men. Her Rabb men definitely looked their best in blue. She had considered having the men wear ties to match the dresses, but decided she liked the more casual look better instead. All of the ladies had their hair in French braids with tiny curled strands on each side to frame their faces and they wore diamond stud earrings.

Trisha's were a little tinier than the adults as she was still in her training earrings. She had been ecstatic when her mother took her to the mall to get her ears pierced. That little action had resulted in a major blow-up with her husband when Harm found out. Mac had argued that it was a right of passage and there was nothing wrong with it. Harm had walked off in a huff stating, "Fine! When she wants to get her navel pierced a few years later, you have no one to blame but yourself!" It took them a few hours before they both calmed down enough to rationally discuss things after Mac apologized for not letting him in on it before she did it.

They mirrored most of the same poses they had taken in the more informal outfits minus laying on the floor. They also took one of just Harm, Mac and the kids, just the kids, just Trish and Frank, and just Harm and Mac. Jackson had managed to get a few perfect shots just as he was fixing to pack up when Harm dipped Mac down low and kissed her directly under a sprig of mistletoe. He also caught the children giggling at their parent's behavior.

Although Jackson had remained professional during the entire session, he was completely smitten by the elder Sarah Rabb. She was not only beautiful, but intelligent and funny as well. He had adored how she interacted with all of the members of her family; she was a true matriarch. Being a gentleman, Jackson asked Harm if he could speak to him alone for a moment. Harm figured it was to negotiate payment for the extended session, and was rather shocked when Mr. Demille inquired if Harm would mind him inviting his grandmother to dinner. Harm chuckled, "It's perfectly fine with me, but she will make her own decisions. Be careful what you are getting into, Rabb women are a force to be reckoned with!"

Harm noticed Mac's raised eyebrow when he walked out of the kitchen. He walked over and whispered in her ear, "Jackson and Gigi sitting in a tree…"

Mac laughs before whispering, "You must be reverting. Yesterday you were in your twenties, and now you are in junior high school. Pretty soon I will be raising three children as a single parent!"

Trish happens to overhear the last part and laughs, "I think you already are."

As Harm opens his mouth to object, he catches the blush on his grandmother's face out of the corner of his eye as Jackson lifts her hand to his lips with a soft kiss promising to call her. Gigi walks him to the door as Trish inquires, "What is that all about?"

Harm beams, "Apparently Grams has a date."

Trish is positively delighted that her former mother-in-law, who has been alone for far too many years, might finally be taking a chance, "It's about damn time!"