"Hi Harm." Mac said as she opened the door.
"I come bearing gifts." He held out two gift boxes to her.
"I was wondering where those two got to. Do you want to see what everyone at JAG got us?"
"Sure." Mac sat in the middle of the couch with the baby gifts surrounding her. She put the boxes on the table and opened the top one and took out the outfits.
"Cute huh?" Mac held up the mini-marine and navy outfits.
"This wasn't the reason you called me this morning was it?"
"No. The outfits come with teddy bears for when the baby grows too big."
"Nice. So why did you call me?"
"I picked names." Mac folded the outfits back in the box.
"What's that got to do with the phone call?"
"You love being in the Navy, I like being a Marine and I really didn't think you'd let me call the baby Semper Fidelis."
"Probably not." He agreed.
"And we both like being in JAG."
"You want to name the baby JAG?"
"Not exactly. You did say I could call the baby what I liked."
"Yeah. So what did you pick?"
"Jennifer Anna Grace or Jack Andrew George."
"What's that got to. Ah J. A. G. I get it, I like them, Jennifer or Jack, I can live with that. But won't it be a mouthful with Mackenzie and Rabb on the end?"
"It would but I don't want the Mackenzie in there."
"Why not?" He asked.
"I've done things in the past I'm not proud of. I've made wrong decisions, I don't want our kid lumbered with that. Besides Rabb is a good name, you should be proud of it. If this kid turns out anything like you I won't mind."
"Oh Mac." Harm put his arms around her and hugged her. He took a sharp kick in the solar plexus for his effort. "Hey I didn't make your Mommy cry, she did it all by herself." He put a hand on the bump. Mac swiped her eyes.
"Damn hormones."
"Is that my sweat shirt?" He asked noticing Mac was wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with the word Navy across the front.
"Yeah. I figured since you knocked me up, the least you could do was let me steal your clothes. Now I need to pee. While I'm gone can you put the boxes in my bedroom."
"Sure."
"Harm, there's a red box from your Mom. Inside there is an envelope can you take it home and keep it safe?" Mac called through the bathroom door.
"Got it." He replied. He took the envelope and slipped it into his pocket.
When Mac came out of the bathroom, she found Harm staring at a pair of booties.
"They're really tiny aren't they."
"Yeah, but the baby will grow out of them in a couple of months." She paused. "Look why don't you take these." Mac took a pair of booties out of a drawer.
"Who made these?"
"I did. They're not quite right, so maybe you should keep them."
"When did you learn to knit?"
"Last week, I was bored so I thought I'd do something constructive. It turns out Marine's shouldn't knit."
"I think they're cute. Are you still planning to come into work on Monday?"
"Yes. I need you to come see the Admiral with me."
"Why?"
"Since we're not married, I had a friend draw up joint custody papers and giving you guardianship in case anything happens to me. It needs to be signed by both of us and a judge.. Admiral Chegwidden is the JAG, although not a civilian judge my friend says will do. There are also papers making you my next of kin and giving you power of attorney if anything happens. Then there's my new will which needs to by witnessed."
"You've been busy."
"I haven't had much else to do except shuffle paper around for the last few weeks. Besides I'm a lawyer I need to cover all the legal aspects. The papers are on the kitchen counter if you want to look them over. You can take the joint custody papers if you want to have a civilian family lawyer look over them."
"I trust you. Are you sure we need them though?"
"Harm, you could get permanently reassigned back to being a fighter pilot tomorrow, or I could reassigned to a different JAG office or either of us could get knocked down by a bus crossing the street. At least this way we know where we legally stand. "
"I see your point.." Harm agreed.
"Good. Do you feel like taking me out for ice-cream?"
"That could be arranged." He shot her a smile.
"Could you rescue my shoes from under the bed? I sort of kicked them there when I got up this morning."
"You know they don't give this many orders in boot camp."
"From what Harriet tells me boot camp is going to seem easy by comparison. Now shoes please?" She begged.
"I come bearing gifts." He held out two gift boxes to her.
"I was wondering where those two got to. Do you want to see what everyone at JAG got us?"
"Sure." Mac sat in the middle of the couch with the baby gifts surrounding her. She put the boxes on the table and opened the top one and took out the outfits.
"Cute huh?" Mac held up the mini-marine and navy outfits.
"This wasn't the reason you called me this morning was it?"
"No. The outfits come with teddy bears for when the baby grows too big."
"Nice. So why did you call me?"
"I picked names." Mac folded the outfits back in the box.
"What's that got to do with the phone call?"
"You love being in the Navy, I like being a Marine and I really didn't think you'd let me call the baby Semper Fidelis."
"Probably not." He agreed.
"And we both like being in JAG."
"You want to name the baby JAG?"
"Not exactly. You did say I could call the baby what I liked."
"Yeah. So what did you pick?"
"Jennifer Anna Grace or Jack Andrew George."
"What's that got to. Ah J. A. G. I get it, I like them, Jennifer or Jack, I can live with that. But won't it be a mouthful with Mackenzie and Rabb on the end?"
"It would but I don't want the Mackenzie in there."
"Why not?" He asked.
"I've done things in the past I'm not proud of. I've made wrong decisions, I don't want our kid lumbered with that. Besides Rabb is a good name, you should be proud of it. If this kid turns out anything like you I won't mind."
"Oh Mac." Harm put his arms around her and hugged her. He took a sharp kick in the solar plexus for his effort. "Hey I didn't make your Mommy cry, she did it all by herself." He put a hand on the bump. Mac swiped her eyes.
"Damn hormones."
"Is that my sweat shirt?" He asked noticing Mac was wearing a sweatshirt emblazoned with the word Navy across the front.
"Yeah. I figured since you knocked me up, the least you could do was let me steal your clothes. Now I need to pee. While I'm gone can you put the boxes in my bedroom."
"Sure."
"Harm, there's a red box from your Mom. Inside there is an envelope can you take it home and keep it safe?" Mac called through the bathroom door.
"Got it." He replied. He took the envelope and slipped it into his pocket.
When Mac came out of the bathroom, she found Harm staring at a pair of booties.
"They're really tiny aren't they."
"Yeah, but the baby will grow out of them in a couple of months." She paused. "Look why don't you take these." Mac took a pair of booties out of a drawer.
"Who made these?"
"I did. They're not quite right, so maybe you should keep them."
"When did you learn to knit?"
"Last week, I was bored so I thought I'd do something constructive. It turns out Marine's shouldn't knit."
"I think they're cute. Are you still planning to come into work on Monday?"
"Yes. I need you to come see the Admiral with me."
"Why?"
"Since we're not married, I had a friend draw up joint custody papers and giving you guardianship in case anything happens to me. It needs to be signed by both of us and a judge.. Admiral Chegwidden is the JAG, although not a civilian judge my friend says will do. There are also papers making you my next of kin and giving you power of attorney if anything happens. Then there's my new will which needs to by witnessed."
"You've been busy."
"I haven't had much else to do except shuffle paper around for the last few weeks. Besides I'm a lawyer I need to cover all the legal aspects. The papers are on the kitchen counter if you want to look them over. You can take the joint custody papers if you want to have a civilian family lawyer look over them."
"I trust you. Are you sure we need them though?"
"Harm, you could get permanently reassigned back to being a fighter pilot tomorrow, or I could reassigned to a different JAG office or either of us could get knocked down by a bus crossing the street. At least this way we know where we legally stand. "
"I see your point.." Harm agreed.
"Good. Do you feel like taking me out for ice-cream?"
"That could be arranged." He shot her a smile.
"Could you rescue my shoes from under the bed? I sort of kicked them there when I got up this morning."
"You know they don't give this many orders in boot camp."
"From what Harriet tells me boot camp is going to seem easy by comparison. Now shoes please?" She begged.