Author's Notes: Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I don't know that much information about Harm's parents so I went with my best guess. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: don't own JAG or Keith Urban

I wanna thank you for the love that you give me

And the sun that you put in my sky

You don't know how much you're lifted me up

But I feel so alive

That I could fly

I could fly, oh

Keith Urban, I Could Fly

Chapter Three: My Only Daughter-in-Law

Harm and I walk into the airport and check him in. He can't come to the gate with me and I really don't want to say good-bye here.

After we check me in, Harm pulls me over to the side, "I don't want to say good-bye, Mac."

"Harm, it's only for a little while."

"I know. I love you Sarah. Will you call me as soon as you get there?"

"Of course. Leave your cell phone on."

"I will." He says, reaching down to give me a hug, "I love you."

"Love you too." I say, reaching up to kiss him. "See you soon."

"Bye Mac." He says, letting me go.

I go through security and wave to Harm as I walk down to the terminal.

My flight is long and tiring but it feels so good to be in San Diego.

"Sarah!" I hear a voice call my name and turn to see an older couple walking towards me.

I realize that they must be Harm's parents and I smile at them, "Mr. Burnett? Mrs. Burnett?"

"It's so good to meet you, my dear. Please, call me Trish."

"Thank you, Trish."

"I can't believe that you and Harm finally got married! When he called us to tell us, I was so excited!"

"Trish, calm down. You're going to scare the poor woman." The older gentleman says, taking my carryon from me, "Here, Sarah, let me take that."

"That's okay, Mr. Burnett."

"Frank, please, and please, allow me." He says.

"Trish, how did you know when I was coming in?" I ask, turning to her.

"Harm called us as soon as you left Washington. He was all excited about something. When I questioned him, he told me that you two had gotten married last night and that you were coming to San Diego for your own command. And I told Harm that we would make sure that you were doing well. Harm told me that wasn't necessary but I insisted upon for my only daughter-in-law."

"Trish, I could have stayed at the VBQ."

"Nonsense. You will stay with us."

"Trish, I can't ask you to do that."

"Don't worry about it. That way you can focus on finding a house for your new family."

Frank leads us to baggage claim and he picks up my bags. Franks leads Trish and I outside into the beautiful sunny weather to where a bright red Chrysler convertible is sitting. Frank pops the trunk and puts my luggage in the trunk. He hands the keys to me and I look at him, "What's the meaning of this, Frank?"

"I rented it from the company so that you would have something to drive. Hop in and we'll get you back to the house." He says, smiling.

Fifteen minutes later, I pull up in front of a beautiful beach house. It's the biggest house I've ever seen. Frank instructs me to pull up in front of the garage and I turn it off. I get out and glance up at the beautiful house, "It's beautiful, Trish."

"Thank you. Come on, let's get you inside. You look like you could freshen up a little."

"That would be great."

Trish leads me up to guest room, tastefully decorated with pale pink roses. "Trish, it's beautiful."

"Thank you. Frank and I will be downstairs if you need us."

Frank brings up my suitcases and he and Trish leave. I lay down on the bed and pull my cell phone. I have to call Harm.

"Rabb." He says when he picks up.

"Hey sailor."

"Hi Mac. How's San Diego?"

"Warm. Sunny. I wasn't expecting to meet your parents though."

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that."

"That's okay. They're really great, Harm."

"Yeah, I guess." He says, "Hold on, there's someone who wants to talk to you."

I hear the phone being passed and Mattie screams in my ear, "Mac! I can't believe it!"

"Hi Mattie."

"I can't believe that you and Harm got married."

"I can't believe it either." I say.

"I'm so excited about coming to California to meet Trish and Frank."

"Have you ever met them before?" I ask, taking off my pumps and opening my suitcase to find some comfortable clothes.

"No but I can't wait. Look, I have to go. Harm is motioning for me to give him back the phone. Bye Mac."

"Bye Mattie." I say as I hear the phone being passed back to Harm.

"Marine, I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"I will. Love you Harm."

"Love you too, Mac." I hang up the phone and look down at my wedding ring. I hope that Harm and I will be together soon.

Something smells amazing and I walk down the stairs to find out what it is. Frank is out on the porch, cooking steaks while Trish is in the kitchen making a salad and some kind of veggies.

"Smells good, Trish."

"Harm told me that you like meat so I had Frank cook up some steaks for you." Trish says.

"Harm doesn't know what he's missing." I say and smile, "Is there anything that I can do to help?"

"If you want to cut up these carrots that would be great."

"Sure." I say and take the knife from her, "Trish, how much has Harm told you about our relationship?" I ask, needing to know how much his mother knows about her new daughter-in-law.

"Harm has always kept in touch with us, whether by mail, phone calls, or e-mail. He told me that he loved you as soon as he saw you and I've heard everything that's gone on between you two in the past few years."

"Did he tell you that I am a recovering alcoholic?" I say, focusing on the movement of the knife against the carrot, not at Trish's face.

"Yes, he did. Don't worry, dear. I'm just so happy that Harmon finally pulled his head out of the skies that he loves so much and admitted to you that he loves you. As long as Harm loves you, that's enough for me."

I smile as I feel the tears come into my eyes. Changing subjects, I ask, "Do you have any funny stories about Harm as a child?"

"Of course I do! Speaking of children, are you and Harmon going to be giving me grandchildren anytime?"

"You know about Mattie, right?"

"Yes. She sounds like a lovely girl and I cannot wait to meet her."

"She's a great match for Harm." I say.

"Trish, the steaks are ready!" Frank calls from the porch.

"We're coming, dear." Trish replies.

After dinner, I take a long walk along the beach, trying to calm my mind for tomorrow.

I wake up the next morning and put on my uniform. Today's the day. Today I will become the new JAG at Naval Station San Diego.

I put on my uniform and make sure that every ribbon and insignia is straight. I pick up my cover and purse and slip into my pumps. Perfection.

After breakfast, Frank gives me directions to the base, I hop in the convertible and pull out of the driveway.

I park and go inside, my briefcase and purse in my hands, to my new job. Here we go.

End Chapter Three.