"Have you decided on a name yet?"
"Actually we talked about it over lunch today. Harm said I could pick anything I liked."
"That's a loaded bullet if I ever saw one. Did you decide on anything?" Bobbi asked.
"I decided on the way over."
"What did you pick?"
"I tried to make an A to Z of names I liked. Then I picked."
"And?" Harriet asked.
"Jennifer Anna Grace for a girl or Jack Andrew George for a boy." Harriet burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Trish asked. "They're nice names."
"Mac, JAG?" Harriet chocked out.
"I think it's cute." Bobbi smiled.
"Why not?" Harriet stopped laughing.
"Hey I managed to fine name's I like to spell out Marine but I figured Harm would have a fit."
"Probably." Trish agreed.
"I wasn't going to spell out Navy, besides the fact that I couldn't find names I liked beginning with a Y."
"And what does Harm think?"
"I haven't told him yet he won't mind."
"Isn't it going to be a bit of a mouthful with Mackenzie Rabb on the end?" Harriet asked.
"I made an executive decision We're just sticking with Rabb. Someone's got to carry on the family name right?"
"That's sweet. He'll appreciate it." Trish hugged her.
"I know how much his dad meant to him. Besides no offence meant Trish but I wasn't about to call my kid Harmon, it means soldier."
"I know. I tried to point that out to Harm's father but he liked the idea of there being a Harmon Rabb Jr."
"Harriet, where are Bud and AJ?" Mac asked realising they hadn't been interrupted at all.
"They're spending the night at Harm's."
"They're having a guy's night." Bobbi added.
"Little AJ's making sure it doesn't get too raucous."
"So I'm not going to get drunken sailors at my door again?" Mac asked.
"I'd doubt it." Harriet said.
"Does it happen a lot?" Trish asked.
"Occasionally. Harm and Bud went out once got slightly drunk an he decided that he'd come p with a winning argument for a case we were working on. So he decided he had to tell me about it at 2AM and woke me up. Then he left singing 'What do you do with the drunken sailor.' To which I replied throw him off the nearest dock."
"Doesn't people getting drunk in front of you bother you?" Bobbi asked.
"It used to, but not any more. If I ever get tempted I remember the good things in my life, my family and friends, my career at JAG, the corps and it's not worth losing it all for the sake of a drink."
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"So did you pick a name yet?" Sturgis asked.
"I told Mac to pick something. Less chance of me being yelled at that way." He took a sip of his beer. AJ was in bed and the guys were watching a game on TV.
"Was that a wise decision? I mean she could want to name it Anastasia or something equal as bad."
"I trust her. Beside come on guys it's not like we have the most conventional names."
"We'll see."
"Actually we talked about it over lunch today. Harm said I could pick anything I liked."
"That's a loaded bullet if I ever saw one. Did you decide on anything?" Bobbi asked.
"I decided on the way over."
"What did you pick?"
"I tried to make an A to Z of names I liked. Then I picked."
"And?" Harriet asked.
"Jennifer Anna Grace for a girl or Jack Andrew George for a boy." Harriet burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Trish asked. "They're nice names."
"Mac, JAG?" Harriet chocked out.
"I think it's cute." Bobbi smiled.
"Why not?" Harriet stopped laughing.
"Hey I managed to fine name's I like to spell out Marine but I figured Harm would have a fit."
"Probably." Trish agreed.
"I wasn't going to spell out Navy, besides the fact that I couldn't find names I liked beginning with a Y."
"And what does Harm think?"
"I haven't told him yet he won't mind."
"Isn't it going to be a bit of a mouthful with Mackenzie Rabb on the end?" Harriet asked.
"I made an executive decision We're just sticking with Rabb. Someone's got to carry on the family name right?"
"That's sweet. He'll appreciate it." Trish hugged her.
"I know how much his dad meant to him. Besides no offence meant Trish but I wasn't about to call my kid Harmon, it means soldier."
"I know. I tried to point that out to Harm's father but he liked the idea of there being a Harmon Rabb Jr."
"Harriet, where are Bud and AJ?" Mac asked realising they hadn't been interrupted at all.
"They're spending the night at Harm's."
"They're having a guy's night." Bobbi added.
"Little AJ's making sure it doesn't get too raucous."
"So I'm not going to get drunken sailors at my door again?" Mac asked.
"I'd doubt it." Harriet said.
"Does it happen a lot?" Trish asked.
"Occasionally. Harm and Bud went out once got slightly drunk an he decided that he'd come p with a winning argument for a case we were working on. So he decided he had to tell me about it at 2AM and woke me up. Then he left singing 'What do you do with the drunken sailor.' To which I replied throw him off the nearest dock."
"Doesn't people getting drunk in front of you bother you?" Bobbi asked.
"It used to, but not any more. If I ever get tempted I remember the good things in my life, my family and friends, my career at JAG, the corps and it's not worth losing it all for the sake of a drink."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So did you pick a name yet?" Sturgis asked.
"I told Mac to pick something. Less chance of me being yelled at that way." He took a sip of his beer. AJ was in bed and the guys were watching a game on TV.
"Was that a wise decision? I mean she could want to name it Anastasia or something equal as bad."
"I trust her. Beside come on guys it's not like we have the most conventional names."
"We'll see."