Author's Note: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! I don't know how old Mattie is so I'm guessing that she's about fourteen. If anyone could let me know, that would be great!
Disclaimer: Still don't own JAG or Keith Urban.
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
These are the days we will remember
So take 'em by the hand, they're yours and mine
Take 'em by the hand and live your life
Take 'em by the hand and don't let 'em all fly by
C'mon, C'mon now
Keith Urban, These Are the Days
Chapter Four: Days We Will Remember
"Ma'am, there's a call for you on line two." Jen says.
"Thanks Coates." I say and pick it up, "Mackenzie."
"Hi Mac."
"Harm. What a nice surprise. What's up?"
"Can't a guy call his wife?"
"Sorry, it's been busy."
"How's it going?"
"Pretty good. We're excepting a new lawyer today."
"I hope that he's good. Anyway, could you possibly fly to D.C. this weekend?"
"I think that I could fit that in." I say and smile.
"Good."
"How's Mattie?"
"She's improving everyday. The doctors think that they're going to release her in a few weeks." Harm says and I can image the smile on his face, "She says hi."
"Tell her I say hi back. I miss her, Harm, and I miss you."
"I miss you too. Look, Mac, I have to go."
"I'll call you with my flight info." I say, "I love you, Harm."
"Love you too. Bye Mac."
"Bye." I hang up the phone and glance at the picture on my desk. It's of Harm and I in Afghanistan. It's one of my favorites and it's been sitting on my desk since Harm gave it to me.
I turn back to the case file and sigh. It's gonna be a long three days.
"Ma'am, there's someone here to see you." Jen tells me ten minutes later, buzzing me on the phone.
"Send them in." I say, looking down at the case file on my desk. I hear the door open and then hear it close.
"What can I for you?"
"You can hug your husband."
I look up and smile as I see Harm standing in front of me, a smile on his face and one hand in his pocket. He looks sexy as hell.
"Harm, what are you doing here?" I ask, getting up and hugging him tightly. He feels so solid beneath me.
"Visiting you. Actually, I flew out here because I wanted to show you something."
"Oh really?" I ask as he reaches down to kiss me.
Our reunion is interrupted by a knock on my door. I sigh as I pull away from Harm, "Enter."
The door opens and a small, petite woman pokes her head in, "Am I interrupting anything, ma'am?"
"Come in. You must be Lieutenant Julianne Reyes." I say, sitting down. I motion for Harm to sit down as well.
"Yes ma'am." She opening the door and coming to attention.
"Close the door and have a sit." I say as I wait for her to sit down, "Lieutenant Reyes, this is my husband, Harmon Rabb."
"Sir." She says, shaking his hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant." Harm says, getting up, "Mac, I'll see you later."
"Bye Harm." I say, waiting for him to leave before pulling out her personnel file. Glancing through it, I look up at her. Her jet black hair is pulled into a tight bun, no make-up, and simple gold earrings. "Let's see. Harvard, double major in Spanish and history and then Harvard Law. All honors. Associate partner at Lawson, Jenkins, and Stabler. Lieutenant, welcome to San Diego."
"Thank you ma'am. I'm very happy to be here."
"Good. You can get started on your first case. You will be defending Petty Officer Andrew Williams on the charge of grand larceny." I say, passing her the case file.
"I'll get started on this today, ma'am."
"Great. Dismissed."
Lieutenant Reyes comes to attention and leaves. I hope that she's as good of a lawyer as her record shows.
I drive to the Burnett house that night with a sense of anticipation. Harm's here. I know that it's only been a week since I last saw him but I miss him dearly. Pulling into the driveway, I realize that Frank's Jaguar is not parked in its usual space but instead, there's a Navy blue sports car.
I grab my briefcase and purse and after opening the porch door, go up to my room. I change into some shorts and a tank top before finding some flip-flops. I love this weather. I love swimming in the ocean and I love the feeling of the sun on my shoulders when I go running in the morning.
Going down the hall, I peek into Harm's room. The walls are covered with posters of planes, cars, and a woman in a swimsuit. Typical man. I smile when I see the models of planes and of course, the picture of Harm and his father next to his bed.
I go down downstairs to the kitchen, where I see Harm standing over the counter, cutting something. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, "Hey sailor."
"Hey." He says, turning around to kiss me gently.
"Something smells good." I say, looking at what Harm's making for dinner.
"Yeah. Pasta salad. Can you set the table?"
"Sure." I say, getting out plates and silverware, "Where are you parents?"
"Mom's at the art gallery and Frank's having a business dinner." Harm says, taking the pasta salad out to the porch, me following him.
We enjoy dinner in quiet silence, listening to the sounds of the waves hitting the sand and the screams of happy children as they play in the later afternoon.
"Come for a walk with me." Harm says.
I slip off my flip-flops before going downstairs, as does Harm. We go down the stairs as Harm takes my hand. We walk silently down the beach, letting the cool water gently lap at our feet. We don't need to say anything.
"Mac, I don't know how to bring this up." Harm says, breaking the silence.
"Take your time, Harm."
"When I went to visit Mattie the other day, there was young man there. He looked a lot like Mattie so I figured that he was a cousin. But then Mattie introduced him as her brother."
"Her brother?"
"That's was I said. Mattie told me that Jeff had run away after their mom died."
"How did he find out about Mattie?" I ask.
"He went to the house and a neighbor told him about what happened. Mattie was shocked to see her brother."
"I'm sure that she was." I say, "How old is he?"
"Fifteen."
"So he's a little older than Mattie."
"Yeah. Mac, there's one more thing that you should know about Jeff."
"What?"
"He got his girlfriend pregnant."
"That's so sad. What about his girlfriend?"
"She doesn't want the baby but he wants to keep the baby. He's scared for his baby, his girlfriend, and his sister."
"That's understandable."
"Mac, you know that I…us to adopt Mattie. I was wondering if we could handle another child. Especially one that comes with a new baby."
I sigh and lean my head against his shoulder, "Harm, you should know that I want to adopt Mattie. But Jeff brings another element to the picture. But I can't split them up. They're brother and sister and siblings need to be together. What about Tom?"
"They haven't found Tom but I don't think that any judge is going to give him Mattie back." Harm says.
"Harm, I want to meet Jeff before I make any decisions."
"How about if you fly out back to D.C. next week?"
"I think that I can handle that." I say and smile up at him.
"Good." He says.
"Then maybe you could explain the poster in your wall of that supermodel." I say and laugh as he turns red.
"Mac…."
End Chapter Four.