"No other than that I'm fine. The nausea has settled, and I can feel the fluttering starting." Mac said into the phone. "Okay, I'd better let you go. Thank you for the advice and I'll see you in a couple of weeks." Mac added before hanging up.

"Who was on the phone?" Harm asked coming down the stairs.

"OB." Mac replied.

"Is everything okay? You're not in pain or something are you?"

"No. I'm fine. I just called for her advice on something." Mac replied.

"Anything I should be concerned about?"

"No. But I did confirm our appointment for the twenty week scan."

"I booked the afternoon off work so I can come with you. But..."

"Things can come up between now and then in our line of work." Mac finished for him.

"Exactly."

"If they do and you can't make it I'll get the video tape for you." Mac offered.

"Thanks." Harm sat and dropped a kiss on top her head.

"Now Captain there is something else we need to discuss." Mac said seriously.

"What's that?"

"Your punishment for the fat remark earlier." Mac said prodding him in the chest.

"I didn't say you were fat." Harm said. "You said Marines were more active so they burned more calories. I just said so I can see."

"Which implied you thought I was fat."

"No, it implied that you had put on weight which is only natural given that you are pregnant." Harm corrected. "Especially since you're pregnant with twins."

"Well I disagree."

"Well we're going to have to disagree on this matter your honour."

"I'm ruling in my favour on this one. Now about your punishment." Mac said.

"Okay Colonel what's the punishment, not that your right, but I won't be appealing the decision."

"My feet hurt." Mac swung her legs up on to his lap.

"You want a foot rub?" Harm asked.

"Yes."

"You should have just asked." Harm started rubbing her feet.

"We also need to figure out what we're going to do with the twins' room." Mac said.

"What about the twins' room?"

"We need to decorate it, since I want to help we need to do it soon."

"Preferably on a day that I'm here because I want to help. You're not climbing up ladders."

"We need to pick a theme, then there are cribs and bassinets and..." Mac started.

"I know. We're going to need an extra two of everything. I'll get Sturgis to come and help me move the furniture up into the attic at the weekend. Then the weekend after that we'll paint and then we can go and deal with furniture and everything else. Okay?"

"Thank you. That feels really good."

"I noticed. So tell me about the rest of your day."

"Gibbs and DiNozzio came for another search warrant."

"Are planning on searching everywhere from here to Timbuktu?" Harm asked.

"Maybe here and Twenty-Nine Palms." Mac sighed. "I did make them wait though while Faith and I had finished lunch."

"The benefits of being a judge." Harm teased.

"Something like that."

"You're back in court tomorrow, so I'm sure he can find another judge to sign his search warrants."

"Hopefully." Mac sighed. "So do you think you'll get a verdict tomorrow?"

"I was surprised we didn't get one today. Like Faith said he's guilty as hell, but don't tell anyone I said that."

"Everyone is entitled to the best defence possible." Mac said.

"So people keep telling me." Harm smiled.

TBC