The idea for this story came to me as I was listening to this song. Tell me what you think. Good, bad I'll take it all ^_^.
Mac was sitting out on her front porch. She'd just received a call from the Admiral. Harm was MIA. A little over a week ago he'd been chosen to fly some special mission in the Middle East. She wasn't allowed to know what it entailed. Classified. Of course Harm had told her not to worry.
"Don't worry Mac. I'll be back before you even miss me," he said flashing her his trademark grin.
But now she was sitting alone in the dark night thinking about where he could be. Their five children were spending the week with their grandparents and had no idea what was going on. She knew that she had to call them, but she was dreading it. What would she tell her mother-in-law? She lost her husband and had almost lost her son numerous times.
The soft music coming from the radio brought tears to her eyes.
Pride can stand
A thousand Trials
The Strong will never fall
But watching Stars without You
My Soul cried
Grieving heart is full of Pain
Love, Love, The Aching
She could remember the countless nights they would sit out on the porch watching the stars. Most of the time she would fall asleep and Harm would very gently pick her up and carry her to bed.
They'd spent nights sitting out on the porch waiting for one of their children to get home from a date. Mac laughed as she recalled some of things Harm had told her one particular night.
"Where is she?" Harm said checking his watch for the millionth time.
"Harm calm down she's only five minutes late."
"Yea well if he doesn't have her home in the next five he's a dead man."
Mac chuckled. Her husband was very protective when it came to his eldest daughter.
They'd sat out on that porch until one thirty in the morning.
When she'd finally gotten home she'd had a cast on her arm.
Her date had walked up to Harm slowly wary of his reaction.
"I'm sorry sir. We were ice-skating when Annabelle fell. Someone landed on top of her and she broke her arm. We waited over three hours in the emergency room. I was going to call you but they took her in and they wouldn't let me see her and I couldn't remember your number."
Harm was about to say something when Annabelle stepped in.
"Daddy please be nice. It wasn't Mike's fault."
After hearing his daughter's plea his anger receded.
Mike was brave and had called Annabelle the next day to see how she was doing. Three years later they were still together and attending the same college.
Harm later admitted he didn't think Mike was a bad guy. In fact if anyone had to date his daughter he wouldn't have picked anyone better.
Tears continued to stream down Mac's face as she reminisced.
Touch Me Deep
Pure and True
Gift to Me Forever
Mac remembered the first time she told Harm she was pregnant. It had been a beautiful evening. Harm had suggested that they sit outside. They had sat on the porch swing Mac's head resting on harm's shoulder.
"Can you just imagine Mac? One day we'll be sitting out on this porch watching our kids play in the yard," Harm said smiling.
"Maybe sooner that you think," Mac had said.
It took a moment before Harm realized what she had just said.
"Does this mean…"
"I'm pregnant."
"I'm going to be a father?"
"Yup."
Harm had been so happy he'd picked Mac up and spun her around the porch screaming with delight.
Not all memories from this porch were happy ones.
Mac remembered the day they'd found out Grandma Sarah had died.
Harm and Mac had just held each other as they cried.
My Soul cried
Grieving heart is full of Pain
Love, Love, The Aching
'Cos I
I'm Kissing You, Love
I'm Kissing You
So many memories were made here. Mac hoped they weren't the last ones. She didn't know what she would do if she lost Harm. How would the kids react?
Mac had found out earlier that morning that she was pregnant with their sixth child. Harm had once told her that he wanted as many children as the lord was willing to bless them with.
"Harm how many children do you want?" Mac had asked him one evening while they were watching the stars.
"Mac I want as many as the lord is willing to bless us with. Whether that's one or a hundred. I'll love them all."
She'd been so excited. Harm had called her every night while he was away. She couldn't wait for his call. When the phone had rung and she'd picked it up, all excited to tell him the good news. Then she'd heard the Admiral's voice on the line.
"Sarah," he'd said. The only time the Admiral had ever called her Sarah was when he had to tell her something he didn't want to. Something she didn't want to hear.
As soon as he'd said her name she knew it wasn't good news. She got a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
'Please God. Please let it not be Harm,' she'd silently prayed.
Touch Me Deep
Pure and True
Gift to Me Forever 'Cos I
I'm Kissing You, Love
I'm Kissing You
He'd told her that they'd lost contact with Harm at 1800 hours. His last radio communication had been a distress call. He'd been under attack. Obviously whatever he'd been doing they hadn't anticipated any attacks so there hadn't been any backup in the area. This was supposed to have been a clear and easy mission. Get in and get out; do what you have to. Not a high danger risk. Or so they had thought.
How could she go on if he was gone? How could she go on?
Pride can stand
A thousand Trials
The Strong will never fall
But watching Stars without You
My Soul cried
Grieving heart is full of Pain
Love, Love, The Aching
Touch Me Deep
Pure and True
Gift to Me Forever
Where are You now?
Where are You now?
'Cos I'm Kissing You
I'm Kissing You
Where are You now?
Mac sobbed. 'Harm. Where are you now?'
A/N: the song is "Kissing You," by Des'ree.