Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 3/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
Monday November 15
JAG
4:12 PM
The weekend passed with Harm and Mac rebuilding their friendship, yet again. But this time they had a little help from Jimmy. They spent the weekend together, taking Jimmy to the park, having dinner and lunch together and spending time at each other's apartments, talking.
Several times as they spoke about their past it was very tempting to start yelling at each other and start another hurtful argument, but Jimmy would cry or coo softly to remind both of them there were more important things in the world than who said what.
Mac knocked gently on Harm's office door. He looked up and she walked in. "What's up?" he asked.
"I need to ask for a small favor," Mac said as she stood in front of his desk.
"What is it?"
Mac sighed heavily. "I have to go interview a client and I need to pick Jimmy up by six or daycare will charge Harriet more. Can you pick him up for me?"
Harm smiled softly. "Sure."
"It's not a problem?"
"No problem at all. I'll pick him up and we'll go to my place till you have your interview."
Mac gave Harm a very relived smile. "Thanks, Harm."
"No problem, you can repay me by having dinner with me and Jimmy tonight."
"You just cooked us dinner two nights ago," Mac stated.
"I know, but that was at your place. I think Jimmy would like the change of scenery for the night," Harm said as he silently added, 'I know you'll like the change of scenery, too.'
"Sure. Do you want me to pick anything up?"
"No, Jimmy and I will stop by the store on our way home. Do you have a bag for him in your car?" Harm asked.
"There's a bag in the SUV."
"Yeah, we should switch cars." Harm reached into his pocket and pulled out his 'vettes car keys.
Mac smiled at the keys. "Gee, I get to drive your vette."
"I drove yours yesterday."
"And got a speeding ticket," Mac added on for him.
His face got a startled expression. "How did you find out?"
"Sturgis told me that's why you were late yesterday," Mac grinned.
"Remind me to kill him. The man cannot keep a secret," Harm muttered.
"Oh, I don't know about that. He's been pretty good at keeping a secret for me." Harm raised an eyebrow at her but didn't comment. "Your keys are on my desk. Just stop by before you leave to get them. I'll call the daycare so they know to let you have Jimmy."
"No problem. While Jimmy and I are at the store well get him something for dinner, too," Harm said as Mac walked to the door.
She paused as she stood in the doorframe. "Thanks again, Harm."
"No problem. You can thank me tonight," Harm said not thinking about the double meaning of his words.
Harm's Apartment
6:45 PM
Harm walked into the apartment with Jimmy in his car seat, diaper bag, briefcase, and a bag of groceries in his arms. He set Jimmy down on the bar along with the groceries. "You're heavy for a little guy." The briefcase and diaper bag fell to the ground.
Jimmy just giggled at his uncle. Harm unbuckled Jimmy from the car-seat and carried him into the kitchen as he unpacked the groceries. "So you think Aunt Mac will like salmon for dinner. I'm thinking some broiled salmon with rosemary, snow peas, a small salad, and some of those rolls."
Harm placed the groceries away and set Jimmy's car-seat on the counter in the kitchen and set the baby in there. As he started to prepare dinner he found himself teaching Jimmy how to cook. Harm laughed as he caught himself going through the directions on how to snap snow peas. "You must think I'm crazy, don't you?" He asked Jimmy who was watching Harm like a hawk.
"Well, if Aunt Mac can read you case files I can teach you how to cook." The phone rang, disrupting the little moment. "You stay there." Harm walked into the living room and picked up the cordless phone. "Hello."
{"Hey, it's me," Mac said.}
"Hey." Harm smiled and walked back into the kitchen.
{"Did you get Jimmy?"}
Harm laughed. "Yes, we're cooking dinner right now."
{"We?"}
"Yeah, we. You don't mind baby drool do you?"
{Mac laughed. "You've lost it."}
"Maybe. When will you be here?" Harm asked in a sweet tone, which made Mac sigh softly.
{"In about thirty minutes. My interview went fine, but the admiral wants to meet with me briefly." Mac rubbed her shoulders.}
"Well, we'll be waiting for you."
{"Has he eaten yet?"}
"No, the lady at daycare said he ate before I picked him up. He'll probably be hungry when you get here. Do you want me to feed him?"
{"I'll do it. I like feeding him."}
Harm smiled as he once again saw what a wonderful mother Mac would be. "Okay, we'll see you soon."
{"Yeah. Bye."}
"Bye." Harm said before he hung up the phone. He placed the phone on the counter top. "Aunt Mac will be here soon." Jimmy just smiled and giggled.
7:20 PM
"So your interview went fine?" Harm said as Mac gave Jimmy a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, I have a pretty solid case." She walked over to the stove. "This smells delicious."
"Broiled rosemary salmon with snow peas, salad, and rolls," Harm told her with a self-satisfied smile. "It should be ready in about ten minutes."
Mac looked around the kitchen. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No, why don't you change out of your uniform."
Mac crossed her arms and stared at him for a second before he answered. "And what would I put on?"
'White silk nightgown' passed through Harm's mind as did the thought of Mac slapping him. "Your bag was in your trunk, I brought it up before I went to the grocery store a few days ago. It's in my bedroom."
"I think I have something in there. Thanks," Mac said before she walked out of the kitchen.
Mac stood in the bedroom, getting dressed. "Can you get Jimmy's dinner ready?"
"Taking care of that now," Harm called to her as he placed the formula in a bottle.
A few minutes later Mac smiled as she walked into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a blouse. "You're pretty good at this."
"What?" Harm asked as he watched her pick Jimmy up and sit down at the table where he placed the bid, napkin, and the bottle.
"Taking care of people."
"I like taking care of people I care about," Harm told her softly as she started to feed Jimmy. "Music?"
"Sure."
Harm walked into the living room and turned the stereo on. "Jazz, Blues, or radio."
"Jazz, but nothing heavy. Something light to help Jimmy sleep," Mac called over her shoulder.
Harm looked thought his CD's and found one. He placed it into the stereo and hit play. Soon the apartment was filled with nice slightly romantic jazz music. He walked to the table and sat down next to her and watched.
They were silent for a few minutes as they watched the small baby eat his dinner. "He really likes you."
"He's gotten better at liking you in the last few days," Mac informed Harm as Jimmy ate.
"He hasn't had much of a choice," Harm muttered.
Mac laughed. "It bothered you, didn't it?"
"A little. But Jimmy and I are good friends now. I taught him how to cook."
"If you taught him how to make your meatless meatloaf, I'm never letting you alone with him again."
Harm laughed. "No, we're saving the good things for later."
Mac was about to respond but Jimmy took his mouth off the now empty bottle. "Are you done?" Jimmy just looked at her. "Okay."
"I'll clean up." Harm picked up the now empty bottle from Mac as she placed the small burp cloth on her shoulder.
She lifted Jimmy on her shoulder and gently rubbed his back. "I don't like this part."
"At least you remembered the cloth." Harm looked at the salmon in the stove and started to get the food ready to be served.
Mac stood up from the table and walked into the living room. "I told you to wait, but you didn't listen."
Harm laughed. "The stain came out. I just soaked my shirt for a few minutes last night."
"The joy of babies." Mac laughed.
"Yeah," Harm said as there was a knock at the door. "Can you get that?"
"Sure." Mac walked to the door with Jimmy held to her still. She opened the door. "Yes?"
A woman in a blue suit looked at Mac with a confused look on her face. "Sarah?"
End of Part 3