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Two Years Later....


(Harm's POV)


It has been over two years now, since Mac and I went missing in Liberia, and the day that we came home is still fresh in my mind. And I go to bed every night praying, that we never have go though that again, and that we never put our kids through that again.


I can now safely say that things are starting to get back to normal. Well as normal as things can be when your dealing with five kids, and one more on the way. This one will be our last. Mac and I already agreed on that.


Steven Davis Rabb was born six months after we returned home, and he couldn't have been more perfect. Although Mac and I were slightly disappointed that we didn't get our girl, Stevie was...well he was another one of daddies little boys. And although Troy wasn't very thrilled about not being the baby of the house anymore, he warmed up to his little brother right away, and has now become Stevie's protector. It's funny to watch Troy follow Stevie around, now that he has started walking, and making sure he doesn't fall.


I can't believe that just one short year ago, Troy was so sick. No one can really tell, but Mac and I have both noticed that Troy isn't as active as he once was. But the doctors said it should be awhile until he is back to full speed.


I lean against the door frame to our livingroom and watch the kids play. God they have grown up so much! Matt has already old me that he wants to be a pilot just like me, and I couldn't even begin to describe how that made me feel. But I made it clear to him that he should be whatever he wants to be, because that's what he wants to do. I told him that I was already proud of him, and would be proud with what ever he decided to be when he grows up. I just hope he doesn't grow up to fast.


Mac should be home any minute from the doctors office, and I was eager to here how the visit went. I heard the front door open, but didn't take my eyes off the kids. The twins were fighting on who was better the Marines or the Nay. I had a feeling that they would be choosing the marines as their career. God help the marines, when those boys enlist. As I was watched Matt join in the argument, I felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around my waist.


"Hey there flyboy," she said as I turned around to greet her with a kiss.


"Hey yourself. How did the doctor's appointment go?"


"It went fine. Every thing is fine. Your daughter is fine."


"My...my daughter?" I asked barely above a whisper. I thought we were going to wait to find out. How....


"I know we wanted to wait, but the doctor told me by mistake. And I can't say that I'm disappointed to here it. We're finally getting our little girl Harm," she said with tears in her eyes.


I took her in my arms and spined her in the air, as our children watched on curiously. But our celebration was quickly halted as my cell phone rang.


"Rabb...yes sir...I see...when sir?...okay....yes sir....no sir...I understand sir," I said and hung up. Mac knew the look on my face and sighed.


"What's up," she asked trying to keep her voice light.


"There was a murder on the Sea Hawk," I said leaning back against the doorframe.


"Do you have to go away Daddy?" Matt asked.


"Afraid so sport," I answered putting my phone back in my pocket.


But before I could say another word, Troy ran from the room. We could hear him run up the stairs, but had no idea why. But before Mac and I could go after him, he was running back down. He walked over to me, and held out his hands to be picked up. I picked him up and shot a puzzled look over to Mac. She shrugged, as I turned my attention back to my son.


"What's up champ?"


"Here Daddy," he said handing me his flashlight. "So you won't get lost again."


Unable to keep my balance any longer, I lowered Troy to the floor, and kneeled down in front of him. I was stunned. Not that he remembered back that far, but that he was making such a touching gesture. I took the flashlight from him, and gave him a hug.


I wanted to promise him right there that I wasn't going to get lost on this trip, but I couldn't. I didn't even know all the details of the death, and I certainly didn't want to make a promise I couldn't keep.


"Listen buddy...." but I was speechless. I hugged him again and picked him up, so that he was facing me. I shot Mac a desperate look, but she was as speechless as I was.


"I loved you little man, and I promise, that if I do get lost, which I don't think I will, I'll make sure to have your flashlight. Thank you," I said hugging him again.


I put him down, and he returned to his brothers as if nothing had happened. I put my arms around Mac, and could tell that she had started crying.


"How did our boys grow up so fast Harm?"


"I don't know Sarah, but I plan on being here to find out," I say and rub my hands over her belly where our young daughter was resting.


She may have a hard time growing up in a family full of boys, but I was defiantly going to be hear to make sure that she and her brothers all grew up with a father.


End


(Here is a challenge to all readers. Especially those who have writers block. Take the kids from this story, the boys and there soon to be sister Abigail Grace, and focus on their lives in the future, and don't forget to add the rest of the JAG clan into the mix.


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