A/N: Sorry about the extremely long period between updates! School has me
slightly boggled down, and semester finals are next week, so it may be a
while before anything else goes up! Happy Holidays!!!
"Trish called, and they are officially in California now." The Admiral beamed. "What do you say we get to work?" he paused. "Who's going to paint the mural?"
"Well, sir, we'll paint the walls." Harriet told him. "Then, on Wednesday, after the paint dries, a woman named Sandra Marcus is coming in to paint the mural. I've already told her what we wanted, and her sketch was beautiful, sir." Harriet grinned.
"Okay, then that's settled." He nodded. "Let's head to the Rabb's everyone!" he threw his hands in the air.
Meanwhile, in California.
"I'm glad your parents seem to like me." Mac sighed with relief.
"I've talked about you for years." Harm shrugged. "They've liked you since I met you."
"Really?" Mac didn't know at which point to be more surprised. "That sounds great."
"Let's go back inside. My mom and Frank are overjoyed that we could make it out here. I don't want to hurt their feelings." He frowned. "(.It's been a while since my last visit.)" he confessed.
His mother was already coming outside. "Harm!" she yelped. "Why are you making that poor girl stand on her feet like that?!"
"I'm not making her, mom." Harm sighed.
"It's okay." Mac laughed. "I'm fine."
"Yes, dear." She nodded. ".Harm, you better spoil the hell out of Sara and that little girl of yours, or I'll come after you!" she threatened. ".You just let me know, honey." She turned to Mac.
"How do you know it's a girl?" asked Harm, blinking.
"I just do." She shrugged.
"I think so, too, Harm." Mac nodded in agreement.
"..I wanted a boy.." He frowned, putting on his best pouting face.
"I don't think I can change things down there." Mac laughed. "Maybe next time."
"Next time?" Frank came out onto the patio, an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, well Harm wants a boy." Mac explained. "This is the second time I've actually been pregnant. And you know what they say.." She grinned.
"No, I don't." sighed Harm.
"Third time's a charm, silly!" Trish slapped him on the back.
"Can you say that?" Harm looked confused. "How do you know the next one won't be a girl, too?"
"You ask too many, questions, Flyboy. Why don't we wait until this one comes out, first, okay?" she grinned again.
"Okay." Harm blushed.
"Now come inside! It's time for dinner!" Trish announced.
The Rabb House Washington, DC The next Day..
"It's.white. Not a big change." Bud noticed.
"It's going to have to start out white. Sandra is going to be drawing on it, remember? We'll just follow her instructions as to how she wants things done after that." Harriet grinned. "It's going to be so beautiful when it's all done."
"I agree." Said the Admiral, placing his hands on his hips and looking around the empty room. "When does the artist get here?"
"Here I am!" A tall blonde woman in her mid thirties literally bound into the room. "Is this the room I'll be working on?" she grinned. "Let's get started!"
A few hours later, the plain white room had undergone a near complete transformation. The artist smiled as she worked, and the Admiral and the rest of the JAG crew could only watch in amazement as their vision came to life on the walls.
"It's beautiful." Harriet had several fugitive tears clouding her eyes.
"I agree, Lieutenant." The Admiral pat her on the back. "This was a nice suggestion. I think they'll love it."
"I think the thanks should go to Singer, sir.The idea for the mural did come from her." Harriet reminded him.
"Yes." he realized thoughtfully. "Where did she go?"
"I believe she said she had to run home for some reason, sir." Harriet frowned. "She should be back soon, though. She told me to look for her in about an hour. I expect she'll be back any minute now, sir."
"Drop the formalities, Harriet. We're painting the Rabb's house, not discussing courtroom strategy." The Admiral grinned.
"Oh." Harriet blushed slightly.
"What is it, Harriet?" asked Bud, coming into the room and seeing the look on both her and the Admiral's faces. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Bud. Look at it. I think she's finished it." Harriet was in awe.
"It looks really good." Bud nodded his approval.
"And we still have several days on our hands." The Admiral grinned mischievously. "What do you say we get them some baby things?"
Harriet laughed. "Excellent idea, Admiral. Why leave the room empty?" She grabbed one of Bud's hands, and the Admiral followed them from the newly finished room.
Back in California..
"I feel so relaxed, Harm. How long are we here?" the look on Mac's face was one of pure bliss.
"Only until Friday." Harm sighed. "My mom and Frank want to come back to Washington with us. I think they want to be around when the baby is born." He added, smiling.
"Really? They're willing to hang around that long? I wouldn't mind the extra company." Mac nodded her consent. "I'd love for your parents to be there." She was already grinning with the thought.
Three Days Later Back in Washington The Rabb Home
"It does feel nice to be home." Mac smiled.
"This is a lovely little house." Trish commented.
"Thank you, mom." Harm nodded. "Come on, and I'll show you around." He led the three of them into the house.
When he walked into the doorway, he realized that there were lights on in the house. The four of them walked through, carefully turning corners, and in some way, expecting to be surprised. When they reached the extra bedroom, the one they had intended for the baby, that surprise nearly struck them in the face.
"Surprise!!!" screamed a roomful of people. Crowded into the semi- small space were the Admiral, Bud, Harriet, Lauren Singer, Tiner, Sturgis, and the biggest surprise of all, Sergei.
"Welcome home big brother." Sergei smiled. "We decided to have a little coming home party."
No one in Harm's group had yet to notice the walls. They were too caught up in the surprise to have realized the metamorphosis.
Trish gasped. "Harm, Mac! Look at the walls! Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.
Mac turned an embarrassing shade of pink as she realized that the wool had been pulled over her eyes. "Harm.it's.the first time we met! They've had it painted on the walls!" she nearly cried.
"I know." He agreed. "It's so beautiful." He smiled. "Just like you."
"Mac, honey, look around." Frank laughed. "Look what they've put in the room."
"Oh, Harm! It's full of baby furniture! Oh, you shouldn't have! It must've been so expensive.." A tear ran down her cheek. "Thank you so much."
"No thanks necessary." Grinned the Admiral. "We had to do it."
"It's all so wonderful." laughed Mac, sitting down in a vintage rocking chair, and rocking back and forth a few times. "I just don't know what else to say." she sighed.
"Then don't say anything." Grinned Sergei, wrapping her in a hug.
When the excitement had died down a little, the Admiral cleared his throat. The room silenced. ".So, when can we be expecting the baby?" he asked.
"Well, actually, I went to the doctor while we were in California, and I have some news about that." Mac revealed. "Trish already knows." She looked at Harm.
"Well, what is it?" Harm nearly jumped. "Are you okay?"
"She's more than okay, sweetie. Let her talk." Trish said with a huge smile.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger..a couple more chapters should end this one, I think. Seems like the Rabb luck is turning in a new direction doesn't it? Tell me what you think! Next chapter to be up within a couple weeks, if finals don't kill me first...
"Trish called, and they are officially in California now." The Admiral beamed. "What do you say we get to work?" he paused. "Who's going to paint the mural?"
"Well, sir, we'll paint the walls." Harriet told him. "Then, on Wednesday, after the paint dries, a woman named Sandra Marcus is coming in to paint the mural. I've already told her what we wanted, and her sketch was beautiful, sir." Harriet grinned.
"Okay, then that's settled." He nodded. "Let's head to the Rabb's everyone!" he threw his hands in the air.
Meanwhile, in California.
"I'm glad your parents seem to like me." Mac sighed with relief.
"I've talked about you for years." Harm shrugged. "They've liked you since I met you."
"Really?" Mac didn't know at which point to be more surprised. "That sounds great."
"Let's go back inside. My mom and Frank are overjoyed that we could make it out here. I don't want to hurt their feelings." He frowned. "(.It's been a while since my last visit.)" he confessed.
His mother was already coming outside. "Harm!" she yelped. "Why are you making that poor girl stand on her feet like that?!"
"I'm not making her, mom." Harm sighed.
"It's okay." Mac laughed. "I'm fine."
"Yes, dear." She nodded. ".Harm, you better spoil the hell out of Sara and that little girl of yours, or I'll come after you!" she threatened. ".You just let me know, honey." She turned to Mac.
"How do you know it's a girl?" asked Harm, blinking.
"I just do." She shrugged.
"I think so, too, Harm." Mac nodded in agreement.
"..I wanted a boy.." He frowned, putting on his best pouting face.
"I don't think I can change things down there." Mac laughed. "Maybe next time."
"Next time?" Frank came out onto the patio, an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, well Harm wants a boy." Mac explained. "This is the second time I've actually been pregnant. And you know what they say.." She grinned.
"No, I don't." sighed Harm.
"Third time's a charm, silly!" Trish slapped him on the back.
"Can you say that?" Harm looked confused. "How do you know the next one won't be a girl, too?"
"You ask too many, questions, Flyboy. Why don't we wait until this one comes out, first, okay?" she grinned again.
"Okay." Harm blushed.
"Now come inside! It's time for dinner!" Trish announced.
The Rabb House Washington, DC The next Day..
"It's.white. Not a big change." Bud noticed.
"It's going to have to start out white. Sandra is going to be drawing on it, remember? We'll just follow her instructions as to how she wants things done after that." Harriet grinned. "It's going to be so beautiful when it's all done."
"I agree." Said the Admiral, placing his hands on his hips and looking around the empty room. "When does the artist get here?"
"Here I am!" A tall blonde woman in her mid thirties literally bound into the room. "Is this the room I'll be working on?" she grinned. "Let's get started!"
A few hours later, the plain white room had undergone a near complete transformation. The artist smiled as she worked, and the Admiral and the rest of the JAG crew could only watch in amazement as their vision came to life on the walls.
"It's beautiful." Harriet had several fugitive tears clouding her eyes.
"I agree, Lieutenant." The Admiral pat her on the back. "This was a nice suggestion. I think they'll love it."
"I think the thanks should go to Singer, sir.The idea for the mural did come from her." Harriet reminded him.
"Yes." he realized thoughtfully. "Where did she go?"
"I believe she said she had to run home for some reason, sir." Harriet frowned. "She should be back soon, though. She told me to look for her in about an hour. I expect she'll be back any minute now, sir."
"Drop the formalities, Harriet. We're painting the Rabb's house, not discussing courtroom strategy." The Admiral grinned.
"Oh." Harriet blushed slightly.
"What is it, Harriet?" asked Bud, coming into the room and seeing the look on both her and the Admiral's faces. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Bud. Look at it. I think she's finished it." Harriet was in awe.
"It looks really good." Bud nodded his approval.
"And we still have several days on our hands." The Admiral grinned mischievously. "What do you say we get them some baby things?"
Harriet laughed. "Excellent idea, Admiral. Why leave the room empty?" She grabbed one of Bud's hands, and the Admiral followed them from the newly finished room.
Back in California..
"I feel so relaxed, Harm. How long are we here?" the look on Mac's face was one of pure bliss.
"Only until Friday." Harm sighed. "My mom and Frank want to come back to Washington with us. I think they want to be around when the baby is born." He added, smiling.
"Really? They're willing to hang around that long? I wouldn't mind the extra company." Mac nodded her consent. "I'd love for your parents to be there." She was already grinning with the thought.
Three Days Later Back in Washington The Rabb Home
"It does feel nice to be home." Mac smiled.
"This is a lovely little house." Trish commented.
"Thank you, mom." Harm nodded. "Come on, and I'll show you around." He led the three of them into the house.
When he walked into the doorway, he realized that there were lights on in the house. The four of them walked through, carefully turning corners, and in some way, expecting to be surprised. When they reached the extra bedroom, the one they had intended for the baby, that surprise nearly struck them in the face.
"Surprise!!!" screamed a roomful of people. Crowded into the semi- small space were the Admiral, Bud, Harriet, Lauren Singer, Tiner, Sturgis, and the biggest surprise of all, Sergei.
"Welcome home big brother." Sergei smiled. "We decided to have a little coming home party."
No one in Harm's group had yet to notice the walls. They were too caught up in the surprise to have realized the metamorphosis.
Trish gasped. "Harm, Mac! Look at the walls! Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed.
Mac turned an embarrassing shade of pink as she realized that the wool had been pulled over her eyes. "Harm.it's.the first time we met! They've had it painted on the walls!" she nearly cried.
"I know." He agreed. "It's so beautiful." He smiled. "Just like you."
"Mac, honey, look around." Frank laughed. "Look what they've put in the room."
"Oh, Harm! It's full of baby furniture! Oh, you shouldn't have! It must've been so expensive.." A tear ran down her cheek. "Thank you so much."
"No thanks necessary." Grinned the Admiral. "We had to do it."
"It's all so wonderful." laughed Mac, sitting down in a vintage rocking chair, and rocking back and forth a few times. "I just don't know what else to say." she sighed.
"Then don't say anything." Grinned Sergei, wrapping her in a hug.
When the excitement had died down a little, the Admiral cleared his throat. The room silenced. ".So, when can we be expecting the baby?" he asked.
"Well, actually, I went to the doctor while we were in California, and I have some news about that." Mac revealed. "Trish already knows." She looked at Harm.
"Well, what is it?" Harm nearly jumped. "Are you okay?"
"She's more than okay, sweetie. Let her talk." Trish said with a huge smile.
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger..a couple more chapters should end this one, I think. Seems like the Rabb luck is turning in a new direction doesn't it? Tell me what you think! Next chapter to be up within a couple weeks, if finals don't kill me first...