A/N: This is a little something that I squeezed out of my brain after I saw the episode with all the baby deal confusion(on Harm's part). I hope you guys like it. Let me know how I do writing in Mac's POV, okay?

Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I'm just havin' a little fun. (And I don't even own the computer that I'm typing on.)

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JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

1230 EST

He's following me to my office. He wants to talk. I wonder what that's all about. He's been acting weird ever since the other day when he came to talk to me and saw little AJ's birthday present. Walking into my office, I put my briefcase on my desk and wait for him to say what he wants to say. He closes the door, and comes farther into the office. Patiently, I stand here, waiting for him to say something.

"Um...You-uh, you said that you bought this for little AJ's fifth birthday." He says, pointing to the box containing the present. I said what?

"I did? But he's not gonna be five-he...he's gonna be four." I tell him. He nods.

"Exactly." Oh, I think I get it. The baby deal.

"That's what's been bothering you? Our deal to have a baby together after five years?" It's so strange saying it out loud. It's been repeating itself over and over in my head for almost four years.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say it was bothering me, but..." Yeah right.

"Well, something's been bothering you- like your comment about the clock ticking; was that supposed to be my-my biological clock?" I ask him, a hint of teasing in my voice. He does a shrug-thing that he probably wants me to interperet as 'Maybe.' I'm seeing it as 'YES!' I smile.

"Harm, why didn't you tell me what was on your mind?" He shrugs a little.

"Well, because you seemed to have a little too much on your mind." Sure, Harm. I don't think so. I step a couple of feet closer to him.

"You know, I'll bet that you were afraid to ask." He looks surprised.

"Why would I be?" Oh, there are a million ways that I could answer that.

"Maybe because you didn't wanna hear the answer, or maybe you were afraid that I'd wanna up the timetable." Oh, how I want to up the damn timetable. I don't want to wait any more. His eyes widen a little.

"Now that never occured to me. Do you?" He asks quietly. Well, I would love to answer him like this, 'Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!' But I don't.

"Harm, it wasn't a Freudean slip, okay? It was a mistake." No it wasn't! I want to up the timetable NOW!

"Are you sure?" I'm sure that I want to marry you and have your children...

"You wanna go back on your promise?" I ask him. Where the hell did that come from? Please, let him say no.

"No!" He says forcefully. I smile, despite the war raging inside of me.

"Then why the sudden worry? It's over a year away." I tell him softly. He nods a little, sputtering his reply.

"Wel-I-me-I mean, Singer got pregnant, and then Harriet, and the-" I understand.

"Mmmm...and you thought I'd wanna join the club?" I do, so much it hurts! I want to have a baby! He nods, shrugs, and grins at the same time. I smile at him.

"You're funny." I tell him. He treats me with a genuine Flyboy grin, and that's it, end of conversation. I'm not having his baby any time soon. But it will happen. In exactly 1 year, 4 months and 3 days, it will happen. And I'll be counting every damn second.

finis