"You Make it Christmas" 1/5
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. Nor do I own the song "You Make It Christmas" which was written by Rupert Holmes, and originally sung by Betty Buckley on "Remember WENN."
Rating: PG
AN: No this is not a Christmas story unless you count one scene out of five a Christmas story. It is more of a general holiday story. This is my take on the baby deal. I promise it's not like any other story about the baby deal.
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~~You make it Christmas each morning~~
Mac's Apartment
Christmas Eve
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Over five and a half years ago, when I agreed to this baby deal with Harm, I never expected it to be like this for us. First, I thought it would never take us five years to even try for a child. Well my dreams for that were dashed in Sydney. Then I thought maybe we would go for it, but do it the scientific way. Another thought would be if we went for it, it would be like two horny teenagers going after one goal, a baby. My last idea was Harm would expect us to get married and then have a child.
None of those ideas came to fruition. When Harm and I talked about the baby deal, I asked him if he expected us to get married or were there any set rules for making the baby. He sat down, looked at me, and told me that he wanted to do this the old-fashioned way, but we weren't going to go at it like horny teenagers. Each time we tried had to be special for both of us. He wanted the making of the baby to be so special we would always remember it.
Well, he was right. I remember each of those nights, and I wrote them down in a diary to remember forever. I smile as I hear the knock on the door. My stomach reminds me how late he is with our Christmas dinner. The sweat on my hands reminds me I'm afraid of what will happen after tomorrow's gift opening.
"Come in, flyboy," I call out from the kitchen.
"Hey Mac, where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen. You better hurry with that food you promised. A hungry Marine is not healthy for sailors."
"Don't I know. The food just needs to be dished out."
I give him a gentle kiss as he comes up to me. "Merry Christmas."
"It is now. Merry Christmas."
We ate a quiet dinner, and just enjoyed each other's company. In the morning, he woke me up, because he couldn't wait any longer for his present. I'm always the first one to wake up, but I should know my flyboy is like a child on Christmas. He wants those presents.
Thinking back I don't remember him bringing in a present for me. Probably his cocky self thinks that he doesn't have to give me anything more than himself, and maybe fulfilling the baby deal.
I must have not been moving fast enough for him, because I feel myself being picked up off the bed. Of course being a marine I have to protest a little, but well I'm enjoying it too much to care.
When he finally gets me to the living room, he sets me down, but doesn't let me get away without a kiss.
"Go sit down. I'll get your present," I tell him.
"Yes ma'am."
I mock glare at him, but my mouth does that twitch thing again giving me away. I'm going to have to do something about that, or I'll never be able to keep a secret from him. Well I have kept one secret from him, but he never asked about it so I didn't have to lie or omit anything.
I hand him the slightly rounded envelope. He looks at it questioningly, and then looks at me with a look that says is this all. I just wave my hand for him to continue.
He reads over the card that I gave him. Let me tell you its sappy. It had me crying in the middle of the Hallmark store. He looks ready to say something, but I once again wave my hand.
Reading over the first piece of paper, I see the smile grow on his face.
"Did you write about every night we spent together?" he asks me.
"Yes, I wanted to remember every time just in case it was the night we made our child. That one is from Thanksgiving. Go on and read the next page."
He does, and I can tell when it finally hits him what his present is from me. His full blown flyboy smile is on his face now. I find myself a seat before my knees give out. He stands up before me, and looks me in the eye.
"We're having a baby?!" he cries happily.
All I can do is shake my head yes. For the second time this morning I feel myself being lifted up in his arms to hold me tight. After moments go by, I hear him whisper, "Thank you, Sarah, thank you."
"No, thank you, Harm. You gave me the greatest present I could ever receive."
He gently sets me on the couch once again. I smile up at him. He sits down next to me, and takes out a small box.
"I want you to have this as a promise ring."
I open it up to find a beautiful ring. Not a diamond, but to me its more precious then that. He puts his finger under my chin so I look at him once again.
"I was going to tell you this, this morning, but I never could mean it more then I do now. Sarah, I love you. I want more then just our friendship and this baby deal. I want one day for us to get married, and have more children."
With tears in my eyes, I answer, "I love you too, Harm. I want that too very much." I find myself in his arms once again being kissed by the man who loves me and whom I love back.
TBC...
You make it Christmas each morning And you make every night like New Year's Eve, Then you light up my sky like the fourth of July, Such an April fool I to believe,
And so on some warm summer evening Should the heat get too much for us to take, Simply say that I'm yours and you make it Christmas Each day of love that we make
By Rita Widmer
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG. Nor do I own the song "You Make It Christmas" which was written by Rupert Holmes, and originally sung by Betty Buckley on "Remember WENN."
Rating: PG
AN: No this is not a Christmas story unless you count one scene out of five a Christmas story. It is more of a general holiday story. This is my take on the baby deal. I promise it's not like any other story about the baby deal.
*************************************************************************************
~~You make it Christmas each morning~~
Mac's Apartment
Christmas Eve
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over five and a half years ago, when I agreed to this baby deal with Harm, I never expected it to be like this for us. First, I thought it would never take us five years to even try for a child. Well my dreams for that were dashed in Sydney. Then I thought maybe we would go for it, but do it the scientific way. Another thought would be if we went for it, it would be like two horny teenagers going after one goal, a baby. My last idea was Harm would expect us to get married and then have a child.
None of those ideas came to fruition. When Harm and I talked about the baby deal, I asked him if he expected us to get married or were there any set rules for making the baby. He sat down, looked at me, and told me that he wanted to do this the old-fashioned way, but we weren't going to go at it like horny teenagers. Each time we tried had to be special for both of us. He wanted the making of the baby to be so special we would always remember it.
Well, he was right. I remember each of those nights, and I wrote them down in a diary to remember forever. I smile as I hear the knock on the door. My stomach reminds me how late he is with our Christmas dinner. The sweat on my hands reminds me I'm afraid of what will happen after tomorrow's gift opening.
"Come in, flyboy," I call out from the kitchen.
"Hey Mac, where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen. You better hurry with that food you promised. A hungry Marine is not healthy for sailors."
"Don't I know. The food just needs to be dished out."
I give him a gentle kiss as he comes up to me. "Merry Christmas."
"It is now. Merry Christmas."
We ate a quiet dinner, and just enjoyed each other's company. In the morning, he woke me up, because he couldn't wait any longer for his present. I'm always the first one to wake up, but I should know my flyboy is like a child on Christmas. He wants those presents.
Thinking back I don't remember him bringing in a present for me. Probably his cocky self thinks that he doesn't have to give me anything more than himself, and maybe fulfilling the baby deal.
I must have not been moving fast enough for him, because I feel myself being picked up off the bed. Of course being a marine I have to protest a little, but well I'm enjoying it too much to care.
When he finally gets me to the living room, he sets me down, but doesn't let me get away without a kiss.
"Go sit down. I'll get your present," I tell him.
"Yes ma'am."
I mock glare at him, but my mouth does that twitch thing again giving me away. I'm going to have to do something about that, or I'll never be able to keep a secret from him. Well I have kept one secret from him, but he never asked about it so I didn't have to lie or omit anything.
I hand him the slightly rounded envelope. He looks at it questioningly, and then looks at me with a look that says is this all. I just wave my hand for him to continue.
He reads over the card that I gave him. Let me tell you its sappy. It had me crying in the middle of the Hallmark store. He looks ready to say something, but I once again wave my hand.
Reading over the first piece of paper, I see the smile grow on his face.
"Did you write about every night we spent together?" he asks me.
"Yes, I wanted to remember every time just in case it was the night we made our child. That one is from Thanksgiving. Go on and read the next page."
He does, and I can tell when it finally hits him what his present is from me. His full blown flyboy smile is on his face now. I find myself a seat before my knees give out. He stands up before me, and looks me in the eye.
"We're having a baby?!" he cries happily.
All I can do is shake my head yes. For the second time this morning I feel myself being lifted up in his arms to hold me tight. After moments go by, I hear him whisper, "Thank you, Sarah, thank you."
"No, thank you, Harm. You gave me the greatest present I could ever receive."
He gently sets me on the couch once again. I smile up at him. He sits down next to me, and takes out a small box.
"I want you to have this as a promise ring."
I open it up to find a beautiful ring. Not a diamond, but to me its more precious then that. He puts his finger under my chin so I look at him once again.
"I was going to tell you this, this morning, but I never could mean it more then I do now. Sarah, I love you. I want more then just our friendship and this baby deal. I want one day for us to get married, and have more children."
With tears in my eyes, I answer, "I love you too, Harm. I want that too very much." I find myself in his arms once again being kissed by the man who loves me and whom I love back.
TBC...
You make it Christmas each morning And you make every night like New Year's Eve, Then you light up my sky like the fourth of July, Such an April fool I to believe,
And so on some warm summer evening Should the heat get too much for us to take, Simply say that I'm yours and you make it Christmas Each day of love that we make