Moms, Guns, and Diapers Part 5/17
Disclaimer - See part one for all important information
Tuesday, November 16
5:30 AM
"Good morning, DC. This is the Danny and Rick Show on WACK 104.7 FM. Let's start the morning off with a nice..." Harm's hand quickly shut of the annoying DJ from his clock radio. Then he closed his eyes and snuggled back into his bed with his hand back where it was before the radio turned on.
Mac slowly woke up at the sound of the radio and because her own internal alarm clock was going off. She opened her eyes and instead of seeing her own maroon pillows she saw the face of her best friend asleep and in need of a shave. She smiled as her eyes drifted lower and fell onto her hand still locked in Harm's across Jimmy.
She softly chuckled as she tried to move her hand, but Harm wouldn't budge. "Harm," she softly said. There was no response.
She took her free hand and gently traced his facial features. "Harm."
"Hmmmm."
She chuckled and tried again. "Harm…"
"Yeah."
"It's time to get up," she softly cooed to him.
"Five more minutes, baby," he sleepily responded.
Mac laughed, this time causing his eyes to open. "Well, there is a baby here but I don't think Jimmy is trying to wake you up."
Harm joined her in the laughter. "Good morning."
"Morning," Mac said, pulling her hand from his and sitting up.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Good. You?"
"Pretty good." Harm sat up and looked down at Jimmy who was still asleep. "Jimmy's still out of it."
"For about another hour then he'll be demanding some breakfast." Mac looked at him.
Harm stood up from the bed and Mac couldn't resist looking at his body as he stretched. "You want to stay for breakfast?" Then he looked down at her and smiled. "I mean, you did spend the night with me."
Mac chuckled softly. "How about I take a rain check? I need to get him home, changed, and fed, and then get ready for work."
"Okay." Harm gently picked Jimmy up before Mac could and walked into the living room.
Mac grabbed the baby bag, her uniform which was on the floor, and her shoes and walked into the living room. She put her uniform in the baby bag and leaned down to tie her shoes. "That's going to the dry cleaner."
"Jimmy's all ready," Harm said as he presented her the baby in his car-seat ready to go home.
Mac smiled as she tied her shoe. "Thanks." She slowly stood up. "I had fun last night."
"So did I," Harm admitted as they both moved towards the door. "I'll walk you out. Mom raised me to be a gentleman."
"And the Navy got you to be an officer, too," Mac said as she picked up her purse and the baby bag.
They got out to the SUV and Harm strapped Jimmy's seat into the seat, gently closed the door and walked over to Mac who was getting into the drivers seat. "You moved the seat," she complained.
"It was that or drive with my knees," Harm joked as she moved the seat forward.
"I'll see you at work," Mac smiled.
"Yeah," Harm said as he leaned in and surprised Mac with a sweet kiss on her lips. As he pulled back he looked deeply into her eyes and saw hope for something more. "Drive safely."
"I will," Mac whispered as Harm closed the door and stepped back from the SUV.
Wednesday, November 17
JAG Headquarters
9:04 AM
"Morning, Mac," Harm said as he stopped by her office.
"Morning. How did your night go with Trish?"
Harm sat down in a chair in front of her desk. "Let me just say I remembered why I live on the east coast."
"Harm, that's a horrible thing to say. You're mom is really nice."
"I know she is. But you didn't have to listen to the lecture about being forty and single. She's coming up for lunch today. Can you join us?"
"I'm in court today," Mac sadly told him.
"Dinner tonight?" Harm hopefully asked.
"Sure," Mac smiled.
Harm smiled his Flyboy grin and stood up. "Great. Seven okay?"
"Seven is fine. Can I bring anything?" Mac asked as he walked to the door.
"Just Jimmy. Mom really liked having a baby around," Harm said before he left her office.
End of Part 5