"Bud, AJ I'm home." Harriet called as she entered the house.
"In here." Bud called from the kitchen.
"Did you two have a nice morning?" Harriet asked as she entered. "Commander Rabb I didn't know you were here."
"I thought I'd come and make sure Bud didn't burn down the house while you were out."
"That's very thoughtful of you sir."
"Harriet it Harm. Isn't that right AJ?" He plucked AJ out of his seat and sat him on his lap.
"Yes Unca Harm."
"See AJ agrees with me."
"So Harm are you staying for lunch?" Harriet asked.
"Depends if you're offering?" Harm shot back.
"Your welcome to stay since Bud's making lunch."
"Why am I making it?"
"Because I've already had lunch with Mac, before I dropped her home."
"Did she manage to find a crib?" Harm asked as he helped AJ crayon a picture in his colouring book.
"Yes, it's being delivered next Wednesday evening. We had a field day, her credit card took a severe whack, but it was fun." Wait for it, Harriet braced herself.
"How's she doing today?" He asked in a non-committal tone.
"She was a bit tired after shopping so when I left she was planning on spending the afternoon in bed with the baby name book she bought."
"Was she planning on asking me what I thought?" He asked.
"When I left she was cursing your name so I'd tend to say not at the moment. Give her a few days she'll get over it."
"Why is it I always seem to be in the wrong lately?" He handed AJ a red crayon.
"Because you're male Harm. Men have a tendency to be wrong, when your pregnant it just happens that men tend to be wrong more often. Bud spent quiet a few nights on the sofa when I was pregnant didn't you dear?"
"Yes." He replied clattering pans around.
"So were still on give her space and constantly apologise for being alive?"
"Sounds about right." AJ held up his picture to her. "That's beautiful sweetheart. Is that Uncle Harm flying his plane?" AJ nodded. "So what do you think Harm?"
"It's great AJ. Are you going to show your Mommy the picture you drew of her earlier?" AJ hopped off his lap and ran round the kitchen to take the picture off of the refrigerator where Bud had placed it earlier.
"Look Mommy." He handed her the picture.
"It's beautiful. Why don't you go and wash your hands and I'll tidy here?" AJ ran off. "Don't give up on her Harm, she's fragile and you know what her childhood was like, she needs reassurance."
"Thanks Harriet."
"I also need your Mom's phone number, I thought I'd throw Mac a baby shower, at least I know what she's bought already. I thought your Mom might like to come."
"I'm sure she'd like that." Harm scribbled down the number on a piece of paper and handed it to her.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mac scanned through the book looking at names. She was going to pick something simple but if she couldn't do that she was going to pick something with meaning and Harm could be damned.
Mac already knew Sarah meant Princess in Hebrew and that Mackenzie either meant son of Kenneth or something to do with a leader. So she looked up Harmon. The boy had picked the wrong service to join. Harmon meant soldier in German. Her flyboy definitely wasn't army material he looked too good in his dress white with his gold wings. Mac yawned. Putting down the book and switching off the light, she tried to settle to get some sleep.
"In here." Bud called from the kitchen.
"Did you two have a nice morning?" Harriet asked as she entered. "Commander Rabb I didn't know you were here."
"I thought I'd come and make sure Bud didn't burn down the house while you were out."
"That's very thoughtful of you sir."
"Harriet it Harm. Isn't that right AJ?" He plucked AJ out of his seat and sat him on his lap.
"Yes Unca Harm."
"See AJ agrees with me."
"So Harm are you staying for lunch?" Harriet asked.
"Depends if you're offering?" Harm shot back.
"Your welcome to stay since Bud's making lunch."
"Why am I making it?"
"Because I've already had lunch with Mac, before I dropped her home."
"Did she manage to find a crib?" Harm asked as he helped AJ crayon a picture in his colouring book.
"Yes, it's being delivered next Wednesday evening. We had a field day, her credit card took a severe whack, but it was fun." Wait for it, Harriet braced herself.
"How's she doing today?" He asked in a non-committal tone.
"She was a bit tired after shopping so when I left she was planning on spending the afternoon in bed with the baby name book she bought."
"Was she planning on asking me what I thought?" He asked.
"When I left she was cursing your name so I'd tend to say not at the moment. Give her a few days she'll get over it."
"Why is it I always seem to be in the wrong lately?" He handed AJ a red crayon.
"Because you're male Harm. Men have a tendency to be wrong, when your pregnant it just happens that men tend to be wrong more often. Bud spent quiet a few nights on the sofa when I was pregnant didn't you dear?"
"Yes." He replied clattering pans around.
"So were still on give her space and constantly apologise for being alive?"
"Sounds about right." AJ held up his picture to her. "That's beautiful sweetheart. Is that Uncle Harm flying his plane?" AJ nodded. "So what do you think Harm?"
"It's great AJ. Are you going to show your Mommy the picture you drew of her earlier?" AJ hopped off his lap and ran round the kitchen to take the picture off of the refrigerator where Bud had placed it earlier.
"Look Mommy." He handed her the picture.
"It's beautiful. Why don't you go and wash your hands and I'll tidy here?" AJ ran off. "Don't give up on her Harm, she's fragile and you know what her childhood was like, she needs reassurance."
"Thanks Harriet."
"I also need your Mom's phone number, I thought I'd throw Mac a baby shower, at least I know what she's bought already. I thought your Mom might like to come."
"I'm sure she'd like that." Harm scribbled down the number on a piece of paper and handed it to her.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Mac scanned through the book looking at names. She was going to pick something simple but if she couldn't do that she was going to pick something with meaning and Harm could be damned.
Mac already knew Sarah meant Princess in Hebrew and that Mackenzie either meant son of Kenneth or something to do with a leader. So she looked up Harmon. The boy had picked the wrong service to join. Harmon meant soldier in German. Her flyboy definitely wasn't army material he looked too good in his dress white with his gold wings. Mac yawned. Putting down the book and switching off the light, she tried to settle to get some sleep.