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More Than Enough
Epilogue
"How's it feel to be married, Mac?" whispered Harm.
Mac shrugged. "Been there, done that. Now, married and sober? This is definitely a new one on my list...."
"You have a list?" smirked Harm. "What's on this 'list'?" he asked suspiciously.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out," Mac teased.
"That's not fair!" Harm whined.
"I think it's perfectly...ah..." Mac groaned.
Harm jumped. "What's wrong, Mac?"
"My water just broke...Harm, get me to the hospital, please..." Mac smiled.
"Hospital? Oh, right. Hospital. on, sweetie..." he smiled.
The Admiral was extremely annoyed at the idea of having to answer his cell phone at so late an hour of the night. "Who the hell is this? Have you any idea what time it is right now?" he growled.
"Thought you might want to come along sir. Mac went into labor. We're on our way to the hospital right now. I'll reserve you a pair of those plastic shoes, all right, sir?" Harm smiled.
The Admiral nodded. "All right. I'm on my way. I'll get the Roberts' and Commander Turner on the phone. Don't worry about them. We'll all be there in a minute, Commander." With that, the Admiral hung up the phone.
"Doctor, she went into labor!" Harm announced as he wheeled Mac inside.
The doctor blinked. "But you weren't due for another week!" he smiled.
Mac glared at him. "So what? Are you going to deliver the baby or not?" she demanded.
Harm winced. "Don't worry..." whispered Dr. Hastings, "the crankiness thing will pass soon enough,"
"Just remember doc, I have to live with her," Harm rolled his eyes.
It was nearly an hour later when the Admiral, Bud and Harriet, and Sturgis came running down the hall. Harriet, in her quest to get to the front desk, nearly mowed over a group of expectant fathers pacing in the hallway. "Did we miss it?" she yelled at the receptionist.
"Depends on who you're here for," the receptionist answered airily.
The Admiral stepped forward. "We're here for the Rabbs," he informed the woman.
"Room eleven," she pointed.
Mac's labor lasted for nearly another whole hour after everyone showed up before the baby was finally born. It was a healthy baby boy who looked just like his mother. Mac was holding him now. Harm smiled at both of them.
"Wait...what are we going to name him?" he whispered to her.
Mac looked as if she were thinking really hard. "Why didn't we think of anything?" she wondered aloud.
Harriet smiled. "I wasn't sure if you guys would need this or not..." she handed Harm a small book. He laughed, '100 Baby Names for Those of Us Who Didn't Think of Any' was the title of the book Harriet had given to him.
The baby boy remained nameless for the next fifteen minutes as Harm flipped through the book and read various names. He judged them by the look on Mac's face, which sometimes did not seem that pleasant.
"Micah, Michael, Mitchell..." Harm read.
Mac held up her hand. "What was the first one?" she asked.
"Micah. You like it?" He asked, and Mac nodded. "Micah it is then," he smiled.
Harm and Mac got to take Micah home only a week later. A year and a half after that, Micah's first birthday had come and gone, and his little sister Regan was on her way. By the time Regan was born, Harm's already small apartment was just too small for the four of them to keep any longer, and they began to make payments on a larger house they found only ten minutes away from Harriet and Bud's home.
It wasn't long after that when the Admiral announced the news of his retirement. It was anticipated, but still shocking to those who were loyal to him. After retirement, the Admiral elected to stay at his home in McLean, Virginia, where several of the JAGs still visited him. He was present to witness Micah's first day of kindergarten (or rather, present to try and help pry him off of Mac's neck so he could actually go to kindergarten), and would pick Regan up from preschool on a regular basis. Both she and Micah had gotten into the habit of calling him grandpa (This, he imagined, must have been Commander Rabb's doing...he would get him...), which he annoyed, but at the same time loved dearly.
Commander Turner married Bobbie the year that Harm and Mac started sending Micah to kindergarten. Commander Turner was then reassigned to Quantico Naval Base, and forced to move away from JAG and Falls Church. Despite the distance between their homes, Admiral Chegwidden, Harm and Mac, Bud and Harriet, and Commander Turner are still close with one another. Harm, Mac, Bud, and Harriet still work at JAG.
A/N: Hope y'all liked it!
More Than Enough
Epilogue
"How's it feel to be married, Mac?" whispered Harm.
Mac shrugged. "Been there, done that. Now, married and sober? This is definitely a new one on my list...."
"You have a list?" smirked Harm. "What's on this 'list'?" he asked suspiciously.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out," Mac teased.
"That's not fair!" Harm whined.
"I think it's perfectly...ah..." Mac groaned.
Harm jumped. "What's wrong, Mac?"
"My water just broke...Harm, get me to the hospital, please..." Mac smiled.
"Hospital? Oh, right. Hospital. on, sweetie..." he smiled.
The Admiral was extremely annoyed at the idea of having to answer his cell phone at so late an hour of the night. "Who the hell is this? Have you any idea what time it is right now?" he growled.
"Thought you might want to come along sir. Mac went into labor. We're on our way to the hospital right now. I'll reserve you a pair of those plastic shoes, all right, sir?" Harm smiled.
The Admiral nodded. "All right. I'm on my way. I'll get the Roberts' and Commander Turner on the phone. Don't worry about them. We'll all be there in a minute, Commander." With that, the Admiral hung up the phone.
"Doctor, she went into labor!" Harm announced as he wheeled Mac inside.
The doctor blinked. "But you weren't due for another week!" he smiled.
Mac glared at him. "So what? Are you going to deliver the baby or not?" she demanded.
Harm winced. "Don't worry..." whispered Dr. Hastings, "the crankiness thing will pass soon enough,"
"Just remember doc, I have to live with her," Harm rolled his eyes.
It was nearly an hour later when the Admiral, Bud and Harriet, and Sturgis came running down the hall. Harriet, in her quest to get to the front desk, nearly mowed over a group of expectant fathers pacing in the hallway. "Did we miss it?" she yelled at the receptionist.
"Depends on who you're here for," the receptionist answered airily.
The Admiral stepped forward. "We're here for the Rabbs," he informed the woman.
"Room eleven," she pointed.
Mac's labor lasted for nearly another whole hour after everyone showed up before the baby was finally born. It was a healthy baby boy who looked just like his mother. Mac was holding him now. Harm smiled at both of them.
"Wait...what are we going to name him?" he whispered to her.
Mac looked as if she were thinking really hard. "Why didn't we think of anything?" she wondered aloud.
Harriet smiled. "I wasn't sure if you guys would need this or not..." she handed Harm a small book. He laughed, '100 Baby Names for Those of Us Who Didn't Think of Any' was the title of the book Harriet had given to him.
The baby boy remained nameless for the next fifteen minutes as Harm flipped through the book and read various names. He judged them by the look on Mac's face, which sometimes did not seem that pleasant.
"Micah, Michael, Mitchell..." Harm read.
Mac held up her hand. "What was the first one?" she asked.
"Micah. You like it?" He asked, and Mac nodded. "Micah it is then," he smiled.
Harm and Mac got to take Micah home only a week later. A year and a half after that, Micah's first birthday had come and gone, and his little sister Regan was on her way. By the time Regan was born, Harm's already small apartment was just too small for the four of them to keep any longer, and they began to make payments on a larger house they found only ten minutes away from Harriet and Bud's home.
It wasn't long after that when the Admiral announced the news of his retirement. It was anticipated, but still shocking to those who were loyal to him. After retirement, the Admiral elected to stay at his home in McLean, Virginia, where several of the JAGs still visited him. He was present to witness Micah's first day of kindergarten (or rather, present to try and help pry him off of Mac's neck so he could actually go to kindergarten), and would pick Regan up from preschool on a regular basis. Both she and Micah had gotten into the habit of calling him grandpa (This, he imagined, must have been Commander Rabb's doing...he would get him...), which he annoyed, but at the same time loved dearly.
Commander Turner married Bobbie the year that Harm and Mac started sending Micah to kindergarten. Commander Turner was then reassigned to Quantico Naval Base, and forced to move away from JAG and Falls Church. Despite the distance between their homes, Admiral Chegwidden, Harm and Mac, Bud and Harriet, and Commander Turner are still close with one another. Harm, Mac, Bud, and Harriet still work at JAG.
A/N: Hope y'all liked it!