Epilogue
"Harm, I can't find the file the Admiral gave me yesterday!" I yelled from the living room. We had recently gotten married and were currently working on getting all our paperwork up to date so that we could go on our honeymoon.
"Where did you leave it, Mac?" He said walking into the room. He was putting on his brown shirt. He'd started getting a little sloppy since their marriage and had missed the first button. I didn't say anything, but I giggled when he had to undo them all in frustration. "Look what you made me do." He said.
I walked up to him and kissed him, "But you love me anyway."
"But I love you anyway," he repeated putting his arms around my waist. "Now, what were you looking for?"
"The case the Admiral gave to us yesterday. Remember he wanted us to review it and then hand it to Bud?"
"Done and given." Harm told me then kissed my cheek.
"Done? I didn't even get a chance to look at it." I protested.
"That's why I did it. You were too busy shopping with Mom yesterday." Harm noted to me. Then touching my stomach he said, "Not that I mind. To-be mothers and to-be grandmothers need shopping time as far as I am concerned."
"We didn't buy anything." I told him.
"Yeah, mom mentioned that. Why is that Mac? We've bought a great house, I sold my car and got us a Jeep, you're working for the pentagon now, we're married, don't you want our kid to have things?"
"Oh, I do, but it's unlucky to buy things for the baby before it's born. Iraqi superstition." I told him.
"Great. My wife is superstitious and my child is going to be naked." He said with a base of humor.
"Don't be cheeky." I leaned against him and kissed his adam's apple. "We have to go Harm. I have a meeting at 0930 hours and it's already 0830." I didn't even look at my watch. I had learned to do that when I was younger and my father would lock me up in a closet. Eventually I just had a feeling for time. Then in the Marine corps they had perfected the technique.
"Hey, Mac, now that we're married, will you teach me how to do that time thing?" Harm asked, putting his best puppy-dog face on.
"Not on your life sailor. I'm reserving that for our little when when he or she decides to become a marine." I told him boldly.
"A marine, huh? Well, what's to say our kid doesn't have bad taste and so goes into the Navy?"
"Then one of his siblings will learn it instead." I retorted.
"You want more kids?" He seemed surprised. Harm had always wanted a kid. He had probably never even thought of the fact that he could have more than one.
"Don't you, sailor?"
"I don't know…. Never thought about it before." Bingo, I love it when I'm right.
"Well, think about it, will you? I'm going to get my briefcase." Then I walked into the bedroom. It was a little difficult to move around being six months pregnant. I was showing and I was moving a little slower tan usual, and eating a lot more!
I came back and he had his uniform on properly and his coat on, ready to go. I walked up to him as he opened the door. "I think I'd like another two or three. What do you think, Sarah?"
"I don't think that's unreasonable. Two or three it is. We'll see." Then taking his hand we headed out the door.
END
"Harm, I can't find the file the Admiral gave me yesterday!" I yelled from the living room. We had recently gotten married and were currently working on getting all our paperwork up to date so that we could go on our honeymoon.
"Where did you leave it, Mac?" He said walking into the room. He was putting on his brown shirt. He'd started getting a little sloppy since their marriage and had missed the first button. I didn't say anything, but I giggled when he had to undo them all in frustration. "Look what you made me do." He said.
I walked up to him and kissed him, "But you love me anyway."
"But I love you anyway," he repeated putting his arms around my waist. "Now, what were you looking for?"
"The case the Admiral gave to us yesterday. Remember he wanted us to review it and then hand it to Bud?"
"Done and given." Harm told me then kissed my cheek.
"Done? I didn't even get a chance to look at it." I protested.
"That's why I did it. You were too busy shopping with Mom yesterday." Harm noted to me. Then touching my stomach he said, "Not that I mind. To-be mothers and to-be grandmothers need shopping time as far as I am concerned."
"We didn't buy anything." I told him.
"Yeah, mom mentioned that. Why is that Mac? We've bought a great house, I sold my car and got us a Jeep, you're working for the pentagon now, we're married, don't you want our kid to have things?"
"Oh, I do, but it's unlucky to buy things for the baby before it's born. Iraqi superstition." I told him.
"Great. My wife is superstitious and my child is going to be naked." He said with a base of humor.
"Don't be cheeky." I leaned against him and kissed his adam's apple. "We have to go Harm. I have a meeting at 0930 hours and it's already 0830." I didn't even look at my watch. I had learned to do that when I was younger and my father would lock me up in a closet. Eventually I just had a feeling for time. Then in the Marine corps they had perfected the technique.
"Hey, Mac, now that we're married, will you teach me how to do that time thing?" Harm asked, putting his best puppy-dog face on.
"Not on your life sailor. I'm reserving that for our little when when he or she decides to become a marine." I told him boldly.
"A marine, huh? Well, what's to say our kid doesn't have bad taste and so goes into the Navy?"
"Then one of his siblings will learn it instead." I retorted.
"You want more kids?" He seemed surprised. Harm had always wanted a kid. He had probably never even thought of the fact that he could have more than one.
"Don't you, sailor?"
"I don't know…. Never thought about it before." Bingo, I love it when I'm right.
"Well, think about it, will you? I'm going to get my briefcase." Then I walked into the bedroom. It was a little difficult to move around being six months pregnant. I was showing and I was moving a little slower tan usual, and eating a lot more!
I came back and he had his uniform on properly and his coat on, ready to go. I walked up to him as he opened the door. "I think I'd like another two or three. What do you think, Sarah?"
"I don't think that's unreasonable. Two or three it is. We'll see." Then taking his hand we headed out the door.
END