Author's Note: This is a quick one. Thanks for your reviews I love them. Now on with part 4. But please remember I don't know a ton about infants so bear with me I will try. I also had someone ask what was with the Mac look alike, and it will be revealed in this chapter. PS- some of you might have noted the military drama reference and I must say that I couldn't resist.

O'Connelly Residence

0630 Romeo

Saturday

"Ugh! But I don't wanna! Just five more minutes, please?" Harm said rolling over. Mac ripped the sheets off of him and stood at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips.

"No excuses Sailor, I'm going for a run and you need to be up to watch Patrick while I'm gone." Harm opened his eyes to look at her groggily.

"Mac what are you doing here and who is Patrick?" Mac shook her head.

"Gee you have a short memory. We are watching the O'Connelly's son. That's Patrick, and we are at their house not at your apartment, now get your lazy sailor butt up!"

"Fine! I'm getting there, I haven't slept that well in weeks." Harm sat up and stretched.

"Come on hut two Commander, get moving faster! Let's go!" Mac said clapping her hands.

"Shut up! I don't need another alarm clock!" Harm chucked a pillow at her and she caught it and threw it back.

"Get dressed. I should be back in about an hour. Patrick should be up by then, and you can change him and then you know how to fix a bottle right?" Mac fretted. Harm nodded.

"Yes… whatever. I know what I'm doing, go enjoy your run." Harm then padded off to the bathroom and Mac after checking on Patrick left to run.

1 Hour later

"Hey Harm I'm back!" Mac said entering the house. Harm came out from the kitchen to meet her, carrying Patrick in his arms.

"How did it go?"

"Wonderful. I met a very nice woman and we ran together for a while. I also found a park that we could take Patrick over to later. Can I hold him?" Mac asked reaching out for Patrick. Harm turned away from her.

"Not all sweaty your not. I gave him a bath this morning as well, and now it's about time for him to eat. Shower and we will talk about it."

"Well some one is grumpy this morning looks like Harm needs a hug." Mac joked.

"Oh no Mac… no!" Harm protested trying to walk away but when he turned his back Mac wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.

"Mac! That is gross! I already showered… go away!" Harm exclaimed. Mac immediately let go of him and headed upstairs feeling very confident. She loved to see Harm squirm.

When she descended the stairs half and hour later towel drying her hair, she spotted Harm on the couch feeding Patrick.

"Hey, how's it going down here?"

"Well Mac you arrived just in time to burp him."

"Why don't you do it?" Mac asked sitting down next to him.

"Because I haven't had breakfast yet and remember the Admiral said that we are supposed to compromise and work as a team. I feed you burp and we alternate on everything else." Harm said handing Patrick over and taking the empty bottle back into the kitchen. Mac took Patrick upstairs and after finding a spit up towel she came back down and began to burp him. She could smell the bacon and eggs Harm was cooking and her mouth watered. She had to focus on Patrick however who and just spit up all over her shoulder.

"Oh, that was charming, oh boy, let's clean you up huh?" Mac took him off her shoulder and finding a clean corner of the towel wiped his mouth. Then after getting a few more little burps out of him rested him on her hip and walked into the kitchen after stopping and tossing the dirty towel down the laundry chute.

"Mmm smells good. Eggs and bacon, interesting choice."

"Why you don't approve?" Harm asked turning around with a plate full of the breakfast foods. Mac sat down at the table with Patrick in her lap. Harm brought the plate over and set it in front of her along with a fork. Mac tried to eat but with Patrick reaching for the fork, she couldn't get a bite in edgewise.

"Why don't you eat and I will take Patrick upstairs, we can find something for him to do. We can go to the park at oh tenish, you think?" Harm asked and picked Patrick off Mac's lap.

"Oh careful Harm, put an arm underneath him so that…" Harm rolled his eyes and readjusted Patrick in his arms.

"I know Mac, now just eat your breakfast okay?" Mac hadn't waited for Harm's approval she began to dig in and Harm was a little shocked about how furiously she was eating. He found it a bit rude but, then again sexy at the same time. That thought puzzled him as he climbed the stairs and then going into Patrick's room he was more distracted by trying to find something that Patrick wanted to play with. The boy finally settled with Harm's finger, trying to pull his academy ring off, much to his disappointment, but the stubborn little dark haired boy wouldn't give up and then tried to bite it off, which resulted in getting Harm's finger covered in slobber.

"I see he found something that he liked." Mac stated leaning on the doorframe. Harm who was sitting on the rug with Patrick in between his legs.

"He likes the ring,"

"HARM! Get your finger out of his mouth he might choke on it!" Mac squeaked her voice higher with concern as she sat down next to Harm.

"Mac calm down it is not coming off my finger, I can't even get it…well I'll be damned." Patrick had stopped trying to use his mouth and then pulled on Harm's finger and the ring slid off easily. Harm gently pried it out of the boy's hand and looked at it before putting it back on.

"Yeah sure it won't come off. You need to watch it… oh careful honey!" Mac cooed as Patrick scrambled over Harm's legs and grabbed a hold of Mac's knees and Mac lifted him just enough to set him in her lap, where he soon located her dogtags and began to pull on them.

After he was bored of that he started to crawl around on the rug, every so often tipping over and having Harm or Mac dive to bring him down easily. He crawled over to the crib and then sat there looking up at it. Mac scooped him up so that he could see inside and he immediately stuck his arms out reaching for something. Mac picked up the stuffed cow that he was reaching for and he grabbed it and cuddled it silent all the while.

"He certainly is a quiet one isn't he? He's only cried once." Harm noted and Mac replied looking at Harm who was still on the floor.

"Oh you wait don't worry he will get louder I guarantee you."

"Should we change him before we go?" Harm asked checking his watch and getting up slowly. It was getting a little bit harder for him to get up from the floor quickly and he noticed that his back ached a little in the mornings when he woke up.

"It wouldn't be a bad idea." Mac said and laid Patrick on the changing table.

"Harm would you hand me one of the baby wipes over there… yes those are the ones." Mac took the wipe from him and then ordered.

"Try to find socks, socks shoes and a hat for him, we don't want him to get heat stroke."

"Alright Mac, you got it. Okay socks." Harm began looking in the dresser and found socks and a hat,

"How is it going over there?" He asked looking over his shoulder.

"Done!" Mac smiled and sat Patrick upright.

"Did you get those things?"

"Yes. Here are socks, shoes a hat and I found some sunscreen. Mac you are fast I've never known someone to change a baby that fast. When AJ was in diapers, holy cow it took forever." Harm answered setting everything on the table next to Mac. She was putting on Patrick's socks and replied,

"Well AJ was a wiggle worm and is the sunscreen for infants?"

"It says for infants and children under three, here let me help." Harm offered and tied the shoe that Mac had just put on Patrick, while she tied the other.

"There you're all dressed now, and you look very sharp young man." Mac smiled and tweaked Patrick's nose.

"Mac go put shoes on, and do whatever else you have to do, I'll take it from here." Harm ushered Mac out and then began to put sunscreen on Patrick's arms and legs.

"Okay Mac, let's go!" Harm called from downstairs.

"Just a minute! Harm where is the diaper bag?"

"I have it down here. Now let's go, Patrick's getting squirmy."

"Well, put him in the stroller, you don't have to cuddle him every second you know." Mac teased and rushed down the stairs to meet Harm and together they went outside, locking the door behind them. Harm got Patrick settled in the stroller and they headed off down the sidewalk in the warm mid morning sun. They reached the park in twenty minutes and found a grassy spot where Harm laid out a blanket and set Patrick on it. Mac sat down as did Harm and they watched as Patrick took in his surroundings with wide eyes. Mac was glad that this weekend was going well. She had expected that her and Harm would fight and get in each other's way and it was going to be terrible, but things had been smooth sailing so far and she was glad of it. She loved to spend time with Harm outside of work and being out in the sun and relaxing was even better. She had gone through men like hose, as soon as they got a run she got rid of them, except Harm he was more like her favorite pair of socks, that were always there and she could wear and be comfortable in. Mac laughed out loud at that thought, comparing Harm to a sock, was she crazy.

Harm looked at her puzzled. She had laughed for absolutely no reason and somehow he didn't care he just loved being around Mac. She had a certain aura around her that seemed to make him happy and content. Most nights he would be dreading to return to an empty apartment, Mattie was great company most of the time but it just wasn't the same, she wasn't Mac. Harm smiled at that thought. What was it about Mac that he admired or loved most? He didn't know what it was but what he did know was that she was the one woman in his life that had been different. The only one that he could and would gladly spend the rest of his life with. Diane while she might have and potential was too much like him and he could see her as a cousin or a sister not a wife. Jordan had tried to analyze and control him too much. Renee if he had married her he probably would have committed suicide. She was too uppity and almost snobbish and didn't like to get her hands dirty and she wasn't the mother type. Mac was everything Harm wanted, but she was always an inch out of his reach.

"Harm? Harm? Tower to Hammer! You're clear to land." Mac teased, pulling Harm out of his thoughts.

"Huh, what is it?"

"Just wondering. Penny for your thoughts?" Mac smiled.

"Oh my thoughts are priceless."

"You bet Flyboy because they are few and far in between." Mac stated confidently. Harm tried to make eye contact with her but she was watching Patrick like a hawk. He had crawled just off the edge of the blanket and was pulling at the grass.

"Do you think I should take him over to the sandbox? It is probably more interesting then the grass." Harm asked.

"Sure I don't see why not, do you want me to come?" Mac asked starting to stand. Harm gently pushed her back down.

"No I got it. You hang out here and we will have some male bonding time." Mac laughed at that.

"You are sitting into the father role too easily. Just remember that it's only for the weekend, come Monday it's back to work and single life."

"Well I don't know how long I will have to be single, you know how things can change. I only want to be a father for one very specific woman's children." Harm then stood and scooped up Patrick who squealed with delight, and they headed over to the sandbox. Mac watched as Harm played with Patrick and talked to the little boy and pondered his last comment. The way he had looked at her just then and earlier when he was lost in thought, made her feel all warm inside. Then his comment about children, was she the one he was talking about? Was she the woman that he wanted to marry and be with for the rest of his life? No, she couldn't be, they were best friends and they worked together and that combined might cause problems, what with all their emotional baggage, but there was still a possibility, right. Mac let out a heavy sigh and tried to put it out of her mind. When she looked back at the sandbox her heart skipped a beat in panic. Where was Harm? Her eyes then scanned the rest of the playground and she located him at the top of a slide. Now what on earth was he doing there and then Mac saw Patrick in his lap. She got up and walked over just as he came down. She was there to meet him at the bottom and he grinned up at her.

"Harm don't you ever do that again! You disappeared and I had no idea where you were."

"Wow Mac you really know how to ruin the fun… You want to do that again buddy?" Harm focused back on Patrick who was giggling and babbling in gibberish.

"I take that as a yes. Why don't you go with him this time Mac?"

"Oh no Harm I couldn't."

"Why not? Please, for Patrick?" Harm put on his best Flyboy grin and Patrick cocked his head to one side and looked up at Mac, who remained solid. Well for a minute anyway.

"Oh fine! You know how I can't resist that look."

"Which one mine or Patrick's?" Harm asked handing him over.

"Patrick's of course and don't tell anyone but…" Mac leaned in and whispered into Harm's ear.

"I'm turned on by pilot's wings, especially gold ones." Mac leaned back out and managed her way up the slide and positioned Patrick in front of her.

"Alright, you ready Harm?"

"Yep, I'm here to catch you." Harm stretched his arms out to empathize his point. Mac then slid down and just as Harm said he caught Patrick up in one arm and grabbed up Mac in a one armed hug with the other, which turned out to be more of a headlock.

"Nice try, but it needs a little work."

"And you were expecting me to sweep you off your feet put you on a white horse and gallop off into the sunset?"

"Well it would be nice." Mac stated, moving out from under his arm. They repeated this manner, taking turns with Patrick until the little boy was wearing down. Mac carried him back towards the blanket, all the while very aware of the people who had been watching them, their smiling eyes were a little discomforting, but with Harm by her side she didn't really care who saw them together. She did not notice however a familiar face on one of the far benches. Harriet watched wondering what on earth they were doing with a baby and one that looked a little like Mac. Mac wouldn't have been able to hide a baby so it couldn't have been theirs but who knows.

Harm and Mac sat down on the blanket again. Mac looked at Patrick and scolded Harm.

"Look at all the sand on him! He is covered in it! You know he is going to need another bath to get this stuff off." She gently brushed some of the sand out of Patrick's hair and was interrupted by a woman standing over them.

"Can we help you?" Harm asked politely, she looked vaguely familiar, but with the sunglasses on he couldn't place her. Mac however immediately did and wasn't happy to see her.

"Hello Renee. How nice to see you." Mac tried to remain cordial and hide her surprise. Harm however did not.

"Renee! What are you doing here?"

"I'm thinking about moving out here, with Sirius." She stated happily.

"Oh well that's wonderful." Mac stated a little coldly. Renee smirked, and then her features softened when she spotted Patrick.

"Oh, he is such a dear. Is he yours?… OUCH!" She asked kneeling down slightly unbalanced, due to her heels she had stuck her hand out to Patrick who took her finger and bit it. Mac didn't know what to say she was trying to hold back the laugher inside her, but Harm smiled confidently and putting an arm around Mac flat out lied.

"Yes, and he looks and acts just like his mother."

"I can see the resemblance." Renee stated giving Mac a fake smile.

"How long have you been together? I mean besides friends." Harm continued to lie to her.

"Well let's see, it was just after you and Sirius got engaged and things are going as well as they can be. We're still at JAG and everything has pretty much gone smoothly."

"Yes, and Harm is relatively well behaved." Mac joked. Renee stood up slowly still not quite believing their story, but she nodded politely.

"Well I have to be going Sirius is waiting." Renee began to walk away and Harm whispered to Mac,

"Get ready she is going to turn around in…three…two…one." Harm pulled Mac into a kiss watching out of the corner of his eye as Renee turned and looked quickly then went on her way.

"Harmph pelsse ete go!" Mac tried to speak but she found it difficult with him kissing her. Harm pulled away slowly and Mac hissed,

"Harm! You shouldn't have done that. She believed us and we shouldn't have lied to her, despite how much I hate that… that…woman!"

"She didn't believe us so I had to go all the way and she was lying to us anyway."

"I don't think so." Mac disagreed.

"Mac she didn't have that huge diamond on her finger that Sirius gave her and she the most eligible producer in Hollywood. I read it in a magazine somewhere last month." Harm shrugged and looked down at Patrick who was now dozing in Mac's arms.

"Just the same Harm, it wasn't nice, let's not lie anymore." How about we get Patrick back for his nap or lunch whichever he wants, first."

"Okay then. Harm said standing. Mac noticed how he couldn't just jump up anymore, that he was actually getting stiff when he sat for long periods of time. Harm wasn't that old was he? He had barely turned forty, and she was thirty-eight, but still it hit her that they weren't getting younger.

"You coming Mac?"

"Umm yes." Mac got up with Patrick who let out a little whimper, at the movement, and then when she set him in the stroller he fell instantly asleep. As they began their walk down the sidewalk leaving the park, with Harm pushing Mac laced her arm through his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You tired too Marine?" She heard him ask.

"A little yeah and I just always wanted to do this."

"Do what?"

"Have someone to lean on and be close to and strolling down the street just relaxing with a family."

"Oh so you're going soft. You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"No." Harm stopped and looked at her and took her hand and he gave her a light kiss.

"That." He smiled and still having her fingers intertwined in his they continued on back to the O'Connelly's home.

"Sailor I think you're the one going soft, not that it's a bad thing." Mac said softly smiling.

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