Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 4/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
"Yes. Can I help you?" Mac asked as she got worried and held Jimmy a little tighter to her.
The woman was silent as she took in the scene. She was about to say something as Harm called from the kitchen. "Who is it, Mac?"
"I don't know," Mac called back.
Harm quickly walked over to the door and fear flashed across his face. He quickly recognized the woman on the other side of the door. "Mom. What are you doing here?"
"Visiting." Trish tensely smiled. "Mothers are allowed to do that."
"Come on in," Harm said as Mac held the door wider to allow Trish to come into the apartment.
Trish walked in with her shoulders visibly tense and Harm could quickly tell she was upset about something. Her body language quickly reminded him of the time he broke the front window of the house when he was ten. "Mom, what's wrong?" Harm asked as he stood behind Mac and Jimmy.
Trish took a deep breath and took in the appearance of the apartment. Romantic music playing in the background, dinner for two ready to be served, baby things out. She looked towards the bedroom and could see clothing on the bed, which did not look like Harms.
"Mom?" Harm interrupted her thoughts.
Trish set her purse down on the bar and turned to face her son and Mac holding a baby. "I keep telling myself you're a grown man now and that you don't have to tell me everything. But it hurts every now and then, Harm. It was bad enough that I had to learn from ZNN that you were working for the CIA. But this takes the cake."
"What takes the cake, Mom?" Harm asked as he moved closer to his mother.
"This," Trish said as she looked around the apartment. "You've finally told Mac about your feelings and on top of it I'm already a grandmother. This is way too much, even for you."
Harm and Mac stared at Trish with their jaws nearly hitting the ground. Mac shook her head slightly as Trish's words echoed in her ears. "Excuse me."
"Darling, I know Harm loves you and I think it's great you two have finally gotten together. I just would have liked to have known before I got here." Trish crossed her arms in front of her as she spoke to Mac.
Mac was about to say something again but Harm finally snapped to. "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"Don't go delusional on me, Harmon. I remember the conversation as if it were yesterday. It was right after you returned from Paraguay and you were upset because Sarah was seeing Clay. You told me you l..."
"Mom, you're jumping to conclusion," Harm interrupted Trish before she could say anything more. "Can we explain?"
"I hoped you would," Trish said.
Harm glanced at Mac as she calmly explained, "This is Jimmy Roberts. He's Bud and Harriet's youngest son. AJ has chicken pox and I'm taking care of him for them."
"Mac asked me to pick Jimmy up from daycare because she had a meeting. I made dinner for us," Harm added on as he watched his mother realize her mistake. "I made plenty so if you would like to join us."
Trish let out an embarrassed laugh. "I'm so sorry I jumped to conclusions."
Mac smiled. "It's okay." She then held out her free hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Burnett."
Trish smiled and shook Mac hand. "It's Trish, Sarah." Then she moved closer to look at Jimmy. "He is so cute."
"I know," Harm said with a smile.
"Harmon, I haven't called you cute in at least twenty-five years," Trish commented as she ran her hand over Jimmy's back.
"One can feel the love," Harm muttered.
Mac laughed as Trish rolled her eyes. She turned to her son and gave him a hug. "I do love you, Harmon." As Harm held her close she whispered in his ear, "When are you and Mac going to have one of those?"
Trish laughed as Harm turned red and walked into the kitchen. "I've never seen him get that red. What did you say?" Mac asked as she and Trish walked into the dining room.
"I just asked as simple question," Trish innocently said.
9:35 PM
"Then he decided to try surfing," Trish said with a smile.
Mac laughed as she pictured Harm on a surfboard. "I will pay to see those pictures."
"Not in a million years, Marine," Harm warned from his seat on the couch next to his mom, who was holding Jimmy. Harm looked at the young boy and smiled as his eyes fluttered shut. "I think we're boring Jimmy."
Mac looked over. "It's past his bedtime."
"You're not going to go are you?" Trish asked as she looked down at Jimmy.
Mac looked at Harm. "No, why don't you put him in my bed and stay for a little longer?" Harm asked.
"Okay," Mac said as she stood up and Trish handed the nearly asleep bundle to her. As Mac walked into Harm's bedroom she grabbed the baby bag off of the counter top. Harm watched as Mac disappeared into his bedroom.
"She's quite the girl, Harmon." Trish smiled.
"Yes, she is Mom," Harm softly agreed. "So what brought you out here?"
Trish let out a sigh. "You joined the CIA."
"Meaning what?"
"You joined the CIA and didn't even tell me. Harmon, I know we haven't had the best relationship in the past few years, but I want us to have a better one."
"So coming out here without a warning is going to help us have a better relationship?" Harm questioned.
Trish reached over and took his hand. "I'm not asking you to tell me everything that happens in your life. Just a little bit would be nice."
Harm smiled sincerely at her words. "Okay, I promise to keep you up to date."
"Good, so lets start with an easy one. What is going on with you and Mac?"
Harm looked over his shoulder. "Do you mind she's in the next room."
"I know she is, darling," Trish paused as she carefully listened to Mac's voice telling Jimmy a story as the boy fell asleep. "She's telling Jimmy a story. Now tell me."
Harm sighed. "We're working on getting our friendship back."
"Anything more?"
"I hope so," Harm said hopefully.
Trish smiled. "Good, because I want a few grandchildren and holding Jimmy is not cutting it."
Harm laughed. "I'll put it on my to-do list."
Trish's nice, sweet smile quickly turned into a wicked one. "Good, as long as Mac is the one you're going 'to-do', I'm fine with your choice."
Harm stared at his mother, shocked by what she had said, then they both started laughing and talking about other things.
10:23 PM
Trish laughed as Harm told her about another CIA story, leaving out a few classified details. "You should have seen the look on Blairsdale's face when I told him I was a vegetarian."
"I never understood how you stopped eating meat."
"Just don't tell Mac." Harm grinned.
Trish then realized Mac hadn't re-entered the room since she put Jimmy down. "Is she still with Jimmy?"
Harm looked at his mom then they both stood up and walked into the bedroom. They stood in the doorway and smiled as they saw Mac fast asleep, lying next to Jimmy. She was on her side, one hand tucked under her head and the other hand resting on Jimmy's stomach. The boy was also fast asleep.
Trish looked over at Ham, knowing he was enjoying the scene in his bedroom. "She looks peaceful."
"She looks like an angel," Harm softly whispered.
Trish smiled even more before she nudged him and they both exited the room. "I'm going to leave. You and I will have dinner tomorrow night. Okay?"
"Sure," Harm said as he helped his mom put her coat on. "I'll walk you down."
Trish kissed his cheek lightly. "I knew I raised you to be a gentleman."
"You and Grandma wouldn't have any other way," Harm said as they walked out of his apartment.
A few minutes later he walked back into the apartment. He looked at the doorway of his bedroom and thought about what he should do next. He walked into his bedroom and gazed upon Mac and Jimmy. He laughed to himself as he realized she was lying on his side of the bed. Very slowly he moved towards the bed. He picked up the throw blanket and gently draped it on Mac, who woke up when the material touched her arms.
"Harm?" she sleepily said.
Harm leaned over her. "Go back to sleep."
Mac rolled onto her back and sat up. "No, I'm awake." Before Harm could say anything she rubbed her eyes. "I guess my story put me to sleep, too."
"Must have been a good one." Harm sat down on the side of the bed across from Mac.
Mac thought about her story. "It was. You know, the prince rescues the princess."
"The best kind," Harm softly said as he looked at her and realized this was where he wanted her. He was about to say something else when Jimmy started to cry softly. "Diaper?"
"Yeah," Mac said as she moved to pick him up.
"I've got him," Harm said as he picked Jimmy up, he carried the boy and the baby bag into the bathroom and proceeded to change him.
Mac stood up and looked into the living room. "Did Trish leave?"
"About five minutes ago."
"She must think I'm really rude for falling asleep here," Mac stated, embarrassed.
Harm and Jimmy walked out of the bathroom. "No, she said you looked peaceful."
"He's awake now, we better go."
Harm sat down on his bed. "Why don't we wait till he falls asleep again? I just want to talk some more with you tonight."
Mac smiled softly as she gave into his request. "Sure."
They both sat down on the bed. Harm placed Jimmy between them in the center of the bed as he and Mac settled half sitting half lying on the bed. They started to talk about different things as Jimmy slowly fell back into dreamland. Soon enough Harm and Mac joined him in dreamland. By their own accord one hand from each of them stretched across the small expanse of the bed and rested gently tucked inside the others hand.
End of Part 4