Don't Mess With the Donut
She was pissed! She knew he had to have taken it. Absolutely no one else in their right mind would have even pondered it. Actually, come to think of it, he should have known better too. It wasn't like he had never been in the position before of dealing with a pregnant woman and their cravings. He had a whole litter at home to show for it in fact.
She stormed out of the break room and marched across the bullpen to his office. Not being able to have caffeine in her last trimester had already made her a force to be reckoned with most days, but this just took the cake. The bullpen came to a standstill listening to the click click click of Marine regulation pumps stomping across the office. Someone was about to get their head torn off, and it was not going to be a pretty sight.
She marches up to his office and doesn't even consider knocking before she thrusts the door open. She yells, "Commander!" in her best Drill Serjeant voice.
The Commander immediately comes to attention, dropping his papers on the floor. He answers something similar to a "Yes, Ma'am" with his mouth full of food, and trying desperately to hide the remaining evidence in the hand under his desk.
She walks up to him and gets in his face, "You took the last vanilla cream donut, didn't you?"
The Commander looks down ashamed, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was yours. It didn't have a name on it."
The Colonel barks, "That's not a viable excuse, Commander. How would your wife feel if you took the last item that she was craving?"
Not answering her question, he adds, "I'm sure if you asked the Captain, he'll be more than happy to get you any cream filled one you want."
She huffs dropping her tired body into a chair, "Except said Captain is in court all morning, and can't assist with my needs at the moment."
Tiner had gotten the Admiral when he saw the trouble brewing, and the Admiral stood just outside the office and watched, chuckling for a few moments at the byplay. His former chief of staff didn't usually take too many Sailors to task, but when she did it was quite amusing.
The Admiral clears his throat acknowledging his presence. Mac tries to pull herself back upright so she can stand at attention too, but the Admiral waves her off. "Might I offer a suggestion?" The Commander and the Colonel both nod in agreement.
He looks at the Commander first, "Commander, you will call your wife, and ask her to stop by the delicious bakery a few blocks over to bring one dozen cream filled donuts, one dozen various frosted donuts, and one dozen various jelly filled donuts. That ought to be enough to feed an Army, or at least one pregnant Marine." The Admiral disregards Mac's jaw dropping at his request.
He then addresses Mac, "Colonel, you will go sit in your office...quietly, until the deliveries arrives. The last thing I need is another one of my officers going into labor in this office. I realize I make a fairly decent mid-wife, but it's not a side job."
The Commander picks up the phone and passes his request to his wife while AJ helps the Colonel get back over to her own office.
Twenty minutes later, a recess for the trial occurs, and the Captain comes out of the courtroom to various stares and giggles. He idly wonders what is going on as he makes his way to his beloved's office to find her door shut and her blinds down, which is never a good sign. Even though she had moved over the judiciary after they had gotten married, she still kept her previous office when she wasn't sitting on the bench. He lightly knocks on her door, and finds her tear stained and grouchy. He crouches in front her, "Mac, what's the matter?"
She sniffles, "Someone ate my last cream filled donut."
Harm smiles at the fact that it wasn't a major catastrophe that had his wife so upset. He tells her, "I'm sorry, Honey. Do I need to get you some new ones?"
She smiles, "Nah, Papa AJ already took care of it for me. He really is a sucker for hormonal pregnant woman. However, you might want to make sure that Commander Roberts isn't any worse for the wear. He was the one that ate it."
Harm smiles, "I'm having flashbacks of the Watertown here. You didn't ruffle his feathers too bad or offer to fee his ass to the crabs, did you Mac?"
Mac huffs, "No...But only because the donut was a substitution for what I plan to get after hours,"
Harm leans over and gives her a brief kiss, "Yes, dear, I'll powder you with sugar when we get home."
Mac grins widely, "I knew I married a good man."
A/N: Only ranks were mentioned in the beginning for a reason. Fess up..how many of you thought she was referring to Harm before I brought Bud's name into it? =)