Part 7...The End (Or Is It The Beginning?)
December 25, 2000
0630 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
"Mommy, daddy, wake up! I want to open my presents!" Par shouted
for the fifth time. She was standing on the foot of her parents'
bed jumping up and down softly. Neither of them would move. She
had even tried getting Muggie, her Cocker Spaniel puppy, to jump
on them to no avail. Now the little blonde dog was slumbering
peacefully between them.
"Honey, just a few more minutes," Mac mumbled into Harm's arm.
Par sighed disappointed. She crawled up on her hands and knees up
to her dad's side and laid down next to him. She had a good idea.
"Daddy, I don't feel good." Her voice was more of a mumble, and she
curled up on his chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked waking up and becoming instantly alert. He
pulled himself up to a sitting position.
"I want to open my presents, but everyone is ignoring me," she told
him with a naughty smile playing on her lips.
"You..." Harm flipped her over and started tickling her. Her giggling
and their shaking the bed woke Mac up.
"Okay, you are both *so* dead," Mac muttered pulling herself into a
sitting position.
"So can I open my presents now?" Par repeated impatiently.
"Fine. Let's go," Mac responded and watched her daughter run out of
the room with the short dog struggling to keep up. She turned to Harm.
"*Very* *strong* *coffee*. (My favorite line from The Family Man.
Gotta love Tea Leoni)"
Harm chuckled, and they both climbed out of bed.
1745 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
Mac sat on her sofa watching Par chat enthusiastically with Harm's mother,
Trish, under the Christmas tree. She was disappointed that her little
sister, Chloe, couldn't come to visit this year but having Trish and her
husband, Frank, around made her feel much better.
Par had taken to Harm's mother and step-father almost instantaneously the
day they met in La Jolla. They were absolutely crazy about the little girl
who was, in everyway that really mattered, their granddaughter, and she felt
the same way about them.
Harm sat down next to Mac and smiled at his mother and Par. The smile
remained on Harm's face as he turned to look at Sarah. He pulled a small
black jewelry box from his pants pocket.
"Merry Christmas, Mac." He handed her the box.
Mac stared at him wide-eyed as she took the gift from him. She didn't even
notice the cease of activity in the room as everyone's gaze became fixed on
her. She flipped it open slowly to find a beautiful diamond solitaire.
"You're not going to make me do it all, are you? You get it, right?" Harm
said to her.
"I get it," she mumbled without looking away from the ring. When she
finally looked away from it, her eyes went straight toward Harm's, and she
said the one word that started a new chapter in the lives of everyone in
the room with her.
"Yes."
~ The End ~
December 25, 2000
0630 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
"Mommy, daddy, wake up! I want to open my presents!" Par shouted
for the fifth time. She was standing on the foot of her parents'
bed jumping up and down softly. Neither of them would move. She
had even tried getting Muggie, her Cocker Spaniel puppy, to jump
on them to no avail. Now the little blonde dog was slumbering
peacefully between them.
"Honey, just a few more minutes," Mac mumbled into Harm's arm.
Par sighed disappointed. She crawled up on her hands and knees up
to her dad's side and laid down next to him. She had a good idea.
"Daddy, I don't feel good." Her voice was more of a mumble, and she
curled up on his chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked waking up and becoming instantly alert. He
pulled himself up to a sitting position.
"I want to open my presents, but everyone is ignoring me," she told
him with a naughty smile playing on her lips.
"You..." Harm flipped her over and started tickling her. Her giggling
and their shaking the bed woke Mac up.
"Okay, you are both *so* dead," Mac muttered pulling herself into a
sitting position.
"So can I open my presents now?" Par repeated impatiently.
"Fine. Let's go," Mac responded and watched her daughter run out of
the room with the short dog struggling to keep up. She turned to Harm.
"*Very* *strong* *coffee*. (My favorite line from The Family Man.
Gotta love Tea Leoni)"
Harm chuckled, and they both climbed out of bed.
1745 EST
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown, DC
Mac sat on her sofa watching Par chat enthusiastically with Harm's mother,
Trish, under the Christmas tree. She was disappointed that her little
sister, Chloe, couldn't come to visit this year but having Trish and her
husband, Frank, around made her feel much better.
Par had taken to Harm's mother and step-father almost instantaneously the
day they met in La Jolla. They were absolutely crazy about the little girl
who was, in everyway that really mattered, their granddaughter, and she felt
the same way about them.
Harm sat down next to Mac and smiled at his mother and Par. The smile
remained on Harm's face as he turned to look at Sarah. He pulled a small
black jewelry box from his pants pocket.
"Merry Christmas, Mac." He handed her the box.
Mac stared at him wide-eyed as she took the gift from him. She didn't even
notice the cease of activity in the room as everyone's gaze became fixed on
her. She flipped it open slowly to find a beautiful diamond solitaire.
"You're not going to make me do it all, are you? You get it, right?" Harm
said to her.
"I get it," she mumbled without looking away from the ring. When she
finally looked away from it, her eyes went straight toward Harm's, and she
said the one word that started a new chapter in the lives of everyone in
the room with her.
"Yes."
~ The End ~