Harm's soft knock on Mac's hotel door brought her attention back to reality. It was so nice of him to take her out to dinner tonight. She hadn't had a good day, especially with their client, who wasn't making their defense of him any easier. He was being court-martialed for sexual harassment against some of the females on the base, but instead of answering Harm's questions about why the women would be lying about the charges, he seemed intent on hitting on Mac. It was getting on her nerves, and Harm could tell it wouldn't be long before she blew. After the defendant left, Harm invited Mac to go to dinner at Applebee's with him. Being knocked out of her second reverie by Harm's persistent knocking, Mac opened the door.

Once Harm regained his composure, he dropped a little anecdote he had thought of waiting for her to answer the door. "If a girl's mother isn't there to answer the door for her date, does she just let him stand out in the hall?"

"Does that mean this is a date?" Mac replied, turning her attention back to the impossible zipper on the back of her dress, but not before Harm caught the flash in her eyes.

He grinned at her. "Yes. That means this is a date." He said, pulling the zipper for her. Mac started to turn around to him to say something sarcastic, but she paused when her eyes locked with Harm's. He was looking at her with such passion, such emotion; she could almost see him letting his guard down in his own eyes. He leaned down slowly, both staring at each other until their lips met.

Mac's eyes flew open with a jolt. It was 0629 in the morning and she wasn't in a hotel in Florida, she was at Harm's house in his bed, alone. She pulled herself up on the pillows and looked around. The room was pretty much the same as it was eight months ago, except, she noticed, there were more pictures of her around. She always knew he had pictures of her up, just like she did of him. After all, who doesn't have pictures of their best friend up? She stood up, walking into the living room and over to his stereo cabinet. The line of pictures almost knocked her breathless. He had several pictures of his mother and Frank, along with his picture of his father and one of Sergei, side by side. He also had a picture of an older woman whom Mac assumed was his Grandmother, Sarah Rabb. What had so startled Mac, though, was that amongst all the pictures of his family, were two of her. One from baby AJ's christening and one from Bud and Harriet's wedding. The christening one she understood. He and Mac were baby AJ's godparents, and that made them like family. It was the wedding one she didn't understand. Harriet had insisted that Mac and Harm, being the best man and bride's maid, get together in a picture. This picture had nothing to do with his family, and Mac couldn't understand why he put it along with the rest of the family photos.

Suddenly, Harm reached over and laid the picture over on its face. "I guess you've found another one of my obsessions." He said, looking away from her.

Mac set her hand on top of his and lifted it, lifting the picture also. Both of their hands remained clutching the back of the picture as Mac spoke, "We look like we're the ones getting married."

Harm dropped his hand back to his side, "Yeah." He said quietly, and then walked into his bathroom to get dressed for work.

Mac stared off after him in confusion. She desperately wanted to have a relationship with him, not just for the sake of her child, but because she truly cared about him. Everything seemed to be going well last night, but now it was as if he was closing her out of his world.

"Damnit Harm!" she yelled, stomping into the bathroom, "You cannot close me out of your life that easily! I am not going to sit here and let you walk away from me!"

Harm turned around, startled by her outburst. Mac was standing in his doorway with an old navy blue t-shirt of his on. She had characteristically rolled her sleeves up revealing her battered arms. Her hair had been pulled back in a pony tail, then she had cut most of it off, prepared to wear it like that until she could get it cut back to normal. She hadn't makeup on, so Harm could see a definite black circle around her eye.

Mac opened her mouth to yell at him again, and instead cried out in pain. Her whole face turned red and she grabbed a hold of the doorframe to keep from falling.

"Oh my god, Mac are you okay?" Harm yelled, running over to her.

"My stomach!" she said, gasping for air, "It HURTS!" Her whole body cringed as another shockwave of pain rushed through her.

At that moment, it dawned on Harm what was happening. Mac was in labor. "Here, lets get you to the hospital." He said, lifting her to her feet. Harm walked her to the car, then ran back inside. He wasn't sure exactly what to bring for her, since she had no clothes except for the dress Harriet had given her and a maternity uniform they had picked up on the way home. Harm quickly grabbed the dress and his cell phone then ran back out to the car. "Are you okay now?" he asked, cranking the engine.

"For now. What's happening? Am I having my baby?" Mac begged of him.

"I think so. Here," he said, handing her the phone, "hit seven and hold it down. That's speed dial for Harriet. Ask her to bring you… whatever you need!"

Harm got Mac settled into a hospital room and soon Harriet arrived with some clothes. "Sorry if they don't fit, I didn't remember what size you were." She said, blushing slightly.

"That's okay, thank you so much, Harriet. Harm is over here panicking, so he wasn't much help." Mac said, smiling.

"How long until this little one gets out?" Harriet asked, sitting on the edge of Mac's hospital bed.

"The doctor said that he brought me here a little early, and it will probably be several hours before anything more happens."

Harriet moaned sympathetically, "Poor you! What's it going to be? A girl or a boy?"

Mac had a look of shame cross her face, "I, uh, I don't know. I didn't have the money to pay a doctor."

"I thought that they couldn't turn you down, even if you can't pay..." Harriet said.

"The laws aren't the same in England." Mac responded. "The doctor said the baby should be healthy, nonetheless."

"What are you going to name 'em?" Harriet asked, fully into the baby talk.

Again, Mac looked shamed, "I haven't really thought about it," she said, sighing, "I'm going to make a horrible mother."

"Nonsense!" Harriet replied. "You'll make a better mother than I am! You've just had different things on your mind recently, and besides, you thought you had another month to plan. Now you have a couple of hours. So what? Let's think of a name for that baby! Now, if it's a boy, what do you want to name him?"

"Harm?" Mac asked, looking up at him, "What's your middle name?"

"Taylor..." he replied, a little confused.

"Perfect." Mac replied.

Harriet caught on first to what Mac was planning. "You know he'll be Harmon Taylor MacKenzie," she said, "Not Rabb the third."

"I know." Mac said calmly, "I still like it."

Unbeknownst to the two girls, Harm licked his lips nervously. "Mac?" he asked, continuing when she looked over at him, "Thanks. You know that means a lot to me. My name is something my dad and I had in common. I always wanted to name my son that."

Mac smiled at him, understandingly.

"And if she's a girl?" Harriet said, continuing.

"Harriet."

"Yes?"

"No," Mac replied, "not a question. Harriet. That's what I'll name her. Harriet. What's your middle name?"

Harriet blushed at the honor Mac had just given her. She had never realized how much it had meant to the Admiral and Mac when she had chosen to name her children after them. "Ann." She answered.

"Perfect. Harmon Taylor or Harriet Ann. You're right Harriet, I'm glad I waited until now to name the baby, otherwise I wouldn't have found the perfect names."

"Mac?" Harm said softly to her. Mac moaned at him, coming back to consciousness. Harm grinned back at her, "I thought Marines were supposed to be all tough. Simper fi and all that."

"What are you talking about?" Mac asked, clearly confused.

"You passed out halfway through the first one." He said, obviously proud of his joke.

"The first one what?" Mac said, her confusion growing.

"The first baby."

"The first baby? I was only having one!" Mac paused. "Right?"

Harm smiled at her, "Nope. Two. You had twins, Sarah."

"Knock, knock." Came a voice from the doorway. Harriet and Bud stepped into Mac's room, each carrying a sleepy child. "Here are your babies, Mac." She said smiling. "Harmon Taylor MacKenzie and," Harriet blushed slightly, "Harriet Ann MacKenzie."

Mac's confusion drifted away as she caught sight of the two children the Roberts were bringing in. Mac swore that they were the most beautiful children in the world. Harriet and Bud handed the children off to Harm and Mac, the exited to give them some time alone.

"Maybe it will take a family to make them a family." Harriet said wistfully.

Bud shook his head and smiled at his wife. The law may not have married them, but he knew that the Commander and the Colonel have always been married at heart. But maybe his Harriet was right. Maybe the two children can show the two parents how much they truly need each other.