JAG HQ
FALLS CHURCH
Mac's POV
I stepped off the elevator into the busy bullpen, with my three-month old son securely strapped to my chest. Checking to make sure he was still asleep, I continued to Harm's office.
I knocked softly and waited for his call, "Enter!" he grouched, "This had better be good," he grouched again without even looking up from his desk.
"I thought you might like to see us, but I guess not," I sighed leaning carefully in the doorway.
"Hey," his voice immediately softened as he got up and came around his desk, bestowing a kiss on my lips, he pulled me into his office closing the blinds and door. He checked on Trey as well before placing a kiss on his still baldhead. "Where's his hat?"
"Right here, it wouldn't stay on with him in here," I handed Harm the white sailor hat as I got first Trey and then myself out of the contraption placing it on his desk.
"Let's get this sailor squared away," Harm set the hat a little crooked on Trey's head, and took him into his arms.
"We missed you this morning," I sighed standing next to Harm as he sat down again behind his desk.
"I know, I'm sorry the Admiral called my cell early when I was out taking a jog and asked me to come in a little early," he opened one arm to me inviting me to sit in his lap.
"Why?" I asked curiously, offering Trey my finger.
"We've finally got a replacement for Manetti, but I'm not sure whether I would rather have no one or the replacement," he looked Trey over.
"Why? Who's this replacement?" I asked adjusting the tie on Trey's outfit which I knew was getting on Harm's nerves, 'Can't have Seaman Rabb looking like a slob,' I heard his voice echo in my head.
"Hey Mate, you know you-Oh sorry didn't realize I was interrupting," A quick Australian voice proceeded the head as it entered and then exited the small crack in Harm's door.
"That is not who I think it is," I told myself out loud.
"Yes, it is and I have managed to avoid him for the past 2 hours, but I guess the avoiding no longer works," he sighed, motioning for me to get up and then we both exited the office.
We found Mic Brumby leaning against the desk right in front of Harm's door, "Knew I didn't imagine that." He mumbled.
"Colonel what a surprise to see you here," the Admiral cut off any confrontation to be had, "I trust Seaman Rabb is shipshape," he fixed Trey's hat before reaching to take the small boy into his arms.
"Always sir," and that was about the time Harriet passed.
"Oh, he's gotten bigger since the last time I saw him," she gushed taking him from the Admiral.
"I swear he gets bigger everyday while I'm at work," Harm sighed as Bud and Jen joined us.
"Don't tell me all this commotion is over my godson?" Sturgis asked joining us as well, taking the baby from Harriet.
"Alright people, that's enough back to work," the Admiral ordered as the small gathering dispersed, "carryon."
Sturgis was busy making goofy faces at Trey that he didn't seem to notice the tension in the air. "Harm, could you give us a minute?" I asked, looking toward my office.
"Sure Sturgis and I will go get some coffee," he replied leaning down for a kiss as I moved toward my office, reaching into my pocket I knew there was reason I had brought these keys today.
"So Seaman Rabb huh?" Brumby asked looking in the direction they had just gone, "how old is he?"
"Three months today," I smiled proudly, noticing that our wedding picture was crooked. I straightened it and turned back to Mic.
"Are we both okay with this situation?" He asked standing uncomfortably near the door.
"I think so, I still have another month at least until I come back to work, and by that time you should be settled in nicely just don't let them bully you into taking briefs and dockets a lot of those come home to me," I grinned.
"Yes, ma'am, and don't worry I understand that you're off limits," he sighed, "I didn't know what to expect, but somehow, it wasn't this."
"Life is full of surprises, Harm and Trey are two of my best," I smiled proudly.
"I bet they are," he sighed contentedly, "Listen I don't want to keep you from your family so I'll see you later okay?"
"Alright--" I was about to continue when Harm peeked in.
"Sorry to interrupt, but Trey's hungry and the rest of us can't solve his problem," Harm sighed; you could hear Trey in the background.
I motioned Harm in and took the blanket he offered, "I'll leave you three," Mic slipped out with us barely noticing. Making sure that Trey and all the necessary parts were covered I leaned back and let him drink.
"See you thought you weren't ready for this, seems to me you've got everything under control," he took one of Trey's little feet in his large hand.
"We have a routine and as long as we follow it we won't be having any problems," I sighed. "And you convinced me I could, I love you, you know that?"
"Yeah, I love you too, and this little guy, who obviously has his mom's appetite," Harm smiled, "now I have to get back to work, stop in before you leave."
