Part 6...Surface Warfare
May 23, 2000
0605 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
"Harm, let's go!" Mac shouted from out in the living room into the
bedroom. They were, of course, running late for the ball. Then again,
she had become accustomed to being late over the past few months (AN:
No, she's not pregnant).
Ever since that night in Sydney, she and Harm had been inseparable.
She had gone to see Mic once while they were in Australia to explain
to him why he had to back off, but the man obviously hadn't listened
to a word she said--He PROPOSED to her. She gracefully declined telling
him that she was with Harm and happy with that.
Harm and Mac spent more time together now then they did before, since
he no longer left in the evening. It was coming to the point where
neither saw logic in keeping his loft, but both were too nervous to
bring up the idea.
Their friends and co-workers had been told of the new status in their
relationship, and truth be told, no one was all that surprised. They
hide that, of course, because it wouldn't be appropriate for them to
speculate the lives of senior officers. The Admiral hadn't bothered
putting up a facade though. He had muttered something about it being
about damn time and offered to look for local positions available for
either of them.
"I'm ready," Harm muttered entering the main room in his dress whites.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw Mac. She was always beautiful
to him, but when she was dressed up in formal attire, she was absolutely
stunning.
"Doesn't mommy look pretty daddy?" Par peeped up from her position on the
sofa next to her 19 year old babysitter, Lena who lived next door. She had
noticed the expression on Harm's face.
"Mommy looks beautiful," Harm recovered. He went over to his...Mac and
kissed her softly on the lips being careful not to mess up her make-up
which would make them even later than they already were.
"You look pretty, too, daddy," Par told him jumping up off the couch and
wrapping her arms around his neck.
Harm smiled at her compliment. Little Par was probably the only person
who would ever get away with calling him "pretty", but what could he say
when he knew she meant only the best?
"Can I go with you?" Par asked him, her voice muffled by his neck. "Can
I put on a pretty dress and be your date? Mommy can come, too, but I
want to go."
"Maybe next time, princess, but mommy and I have to go now. The Admiral
is getting an award tonight," Harm explained gently placing her back down
on her own two feet.
"Okay." Par shuffled her way back to the couch and plopped down petulantly.
She watched as her parents said their goodbyes and left deciding that she was
going to be a flower girl or she would be mad at them forever.
Or at least until she wanted a new toy.
TBC...
May 23, 2000
0605 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
"Harm, let's go!" Mac shouted from out in the living room into the
bedroom. They were, of course, running late for the ball. Then again,
she had become accustomed to being late over the past few months (AN:
No, she's not pregnant).
Ever since that night in Sydney, she and Harm had been inseparable.
She had gone to see Mic once while they were in Australia to explain
to him why he had to back off, but the man obviously hadn't listened
to a word she said--He PROPOSED to her. She gracefully declined telling
him that she was with Harm and happy with that.
Harm and Mac spent more time together now then they did before, since
he no longer left in the evening. It was coming to the point where
neither saw logic in keeping his loft, but both were too nervous to
bring up the idea.
Their friends and co-workers had been told of the new status in their
relationship, and truth be told, no one was all that surprised. They
hide that, of course, because it wouldn't be appropriate for them to
speculate the lives of senior officers. The Admiral hadn't bothered
putting up a facade though. He had muttered something about it being
about damn time and offered to look for local positions available for
either of them.
"I'm ready," Harm muttered entering the main room in his dress whites.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw Mac. She was always beautiful
to him, but when she was dressed up in formal attire, she was absolutely
stunning.
"Doesn't mommy look pretty daddy?" Par peeped up from her position on the
sofa next to her 19 year old babysitter, Lena who lived next door. She had
noticed the expression on Harm's face.
"Mommy looks beautiful," Harm recovered. He went over to his...Mac and
kissed her softly on the lips being careful not to mess up her make-up
which would make them even later than they already were.
"You look pretty, too, daddy," Par told him jumping up off the couch and
wrapping her arms around his neck.
Harm smiled at her compliment. Little Par was probably the only person
who would ever get away with calling him "pretty", but what could he say
when he knew she meant only the best?
"Can I go with you?" Par asked him, her voice muffled by his neck. "Can
I put on a pretty dress and be your date? Mommy can come, too, but I
want to go."
"Maybe next time, princess, but mommy and I have to go now. The Admiral
is getting an award tonight," Harm explained gently placing her back down
on her own two feet.
"Okay." Par shuffled her way back to the couch and plopped down petulantly.
She watched as her parents said their goodbyes and left deciding that she was
going to be a flower girl or she would be mad at them forever.
Or at least until she wanted a new toy.
TBC...