Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 2/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
Mac's Apartment
1:04 AM
Harm slowly woke up to the sound of Jimmy Roberts starting to softly cry. Harm pulled himself up but found it was difficult to sit up all the way due to an unusual weight on his chest. He looked down and smiled as he realized the unusual weight was not an unwanted weight. He carefully moved Mac off himself and slip off the couch but not before he gently placed Mac against the cushions.
He slowly walked into Mac's bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp as Jimmy's cry became more instant. "I'm coming," Harm softly called to the baby as he walked over to the crib. He leaned over and picked Jimmy out of the crib. "What's wrong? Huh? You hungry?"
"Diaper," Mac said sleepily from the doorway as she walked into the room.
Harm glanced over at her. "I tried to get him before he woke you."
Mac yawned. "It's okay I woke up when I knew I was alone."
"Well, I've got Jimmy. If you want to get ready for bed."
Mac walked past Harm and gently patted his back as he started to change Jimmy's diaper on the small changing area. "Thanks."
Harm heard the bathroom door shut as Mac got ready for bed. "Did your Aunt Mac just get out of diaper duty?" He asked the baby who had stopped crying and was happy to be clean again.
After a few minutes Mac walked out of the bathroom in her PJ's and her face freshly scrubbed. She sighed as she listened to Harm softly sing to the baby in his arms.
After Jimmy fell back to sleep, Harm placed him in the crib. "You're good at that," Mac commented.
"Thanks," Harm said as he noticed she was wearing her PJ's.
"Sorry I fell asleep."
"Hey, we both did." Harm yawned. "I'd better get going."
"You don't need to," Mac quickly said as she took a step to him.
Harm thought for a second and considered staying the night with her. He didn't care if it might be on her couch or not, but then the other voice in his head chimed in. "No, I'll better go home."
Mac realized he was right. "You'll be fine."
"Promise. But before I go, I'll put Jimmy's stuff into the SUV."
"I can help," Mac offered.
Harm grinned. "You really want your neighbors to see your cute PJ's at 1:30 in the morning?"
Mac chuckled. "Okay, you win. I'll walk you to the door."
Harm smiled as they walked into the living room. She handed him her car keys. "Just don't mess with my mirrors."
Harm took the keys from her hand. "No, I'll just change your seat."
Mac opened the door and Harm stepped past her but not before Mac gently grabbed his forearm. "Harm."
"Yeah?"
She sincerely looked into his eyes. "Thanks for coming over tonight."
"No problem. What do you say, tomorrow night I cook you and Jimmy dinner here?"
Mac smiled. "I think we would like that."
"Good. So would I," Harm said before he quickly surprised himself and Mac by kissing her cheek before he stepped out into the hallway. "Night."
"Night," Mac smiled as he walked down the hall.
Friday, November 12
Washington Direct Food Services
Washington DC
8:34 AM
"Hank, come here," Kenny James called to the tall man standing by the coffeepot.
"Yeah, Kenny?" Hank said as he stood by his boss.
"Hank, this it Paul Alba. Paul meet Kenny, you two will be working together," Kenny introduced the pair.
The two shook hands and watched as Kenny walked away. "So, Paul, what brings you to us?"
"Needed a job," Paul answered politely.
Hank moved back to the coffeepot. "You got family in the area?"
"No, I just moved back to the States."
Hank smiled as he poured a cup of coffee. "I thought I picked up an accent. So where are you from?"
"Just about everywhere," Paul answered as he picked up a coffee cup and Hank pored him a cup. "Do you enjoy working here?"
"It's a nice place. We deal with a lot of different people. One day we'll deliver to restaurants and the next we'll be at the Pentagon."
"Sounds interesting."
Hank laughed. "If you think this is interesting I want to know what cave you just crawled out of."
Paul laughed with him. "My last job was full of different things, I think I'm just looking for some stability."
"We're pretty stable here. So you got any friends in the area?"
"A few, but we haven't met up with each other yet."
"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find the time. At five everyone here clocks out and goes home. No overtime," Hank said as they walked towards the truck.
"Sounds like the perfect job." Paul smiled as he thought about his two friends he really wanted to meet up with.
End of Part 2