FRIDAY, 30 JUNE
1740 ZULU
I-270 NORTH
MARYLAND

Actually, Harm admitted to himself as the three of them headed north towards Pennsylvania, the past few weeks with Chloe had been fun ... if one ignored all the pointed hints that she been dropping. She wasn't simply content with the fact that Harm and Mac were finally happy just being together. Over the last three weeks, hints had been continually dropped about when they were going to pick a date for the wedding. Or Chloe would 'suggest' how happy she would be if she were to become an aunt. Her latest obsession was house hunting, being convinced that neither Harm's nor Mac's places were big enough for a growing family.

Right now, Chloe was seated behind Harm, Jingo's head in her lap, a real estate magazine in her hands. "How about this one?" she asked. "Only twenty minutes from DC, four bedrooms, three baths, one acre of land. Lots of room for kids."

"Chloe!" Harm exclaimed. He shot a quick glance at Mac, but she was dozing, her head resting on the passenger's side window. He lowered his voice as he added, "When we are ready to make those kinds of decisions, we will make them. Until then, I appreciate the concern, but we are just fine the way we are."

"But this is a really nice house," Chloe insisted. "Close to DC, lots of room to grow. Come on, just humor me."

Harm sighed. He adored Chloe. Like Mac, he had grown to think of her as a little sister. But she could be a bit much at times and this was one of them.

This is going to be a long drive, he thought, especially since I'm the one who has to amuse Chloe. He decided it couldn't hurt to humor her just a little, at least until Mac was awake and could take over.

"Okay," he conceded. "Which side of DC?"

"It's in Virginia, Harm," Chloe said. "You really think I would look for a place on the other side of DC when you work in Virginia? Let's see, according to this map, it's in a town called McLean. It's not that far from the Potomac and not that far from Falls Church either."

"I'm familiar with the place," Harm replied. "The Admiral lives in McLean." Which is a good incentive for not living there, he thought.

"The Admiral," Chloe said brightly. "Cool. Wouldn't that be neat to live near him?"

"Not necessarily," Harm said slowly. "But it is close to work. It's something to consider ... eventually."

"Eventually?" Chloe questioned. "Come on, Harm. You two need to start thinking about the future. You know I only have your best interests at heart ... Hey, why are we stopping?"

As he slowed the SUV, Harm stuck his head out his window to look out over the stalled traffic in front of them. "I can't tell," he answered as he pulled his head back in. "It looks like there might be some construction up ahead."

"How long have we been on the road?" Chloe asked, leaning over Harm's shoulder to gaze at the traffic.

"Forty-eight minutes," Mac answered sleepily, stretching as much as she could within the confines of the vehicle.

"Nice of you to join us, sleepyhead," Harm teased, taking her hand and squeezing gently. "I was beginning to worry. It's almost fourteen hundred hours."

"I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately," Mac said simply, returning the squeeze. This feels so nice, she thought, a family outing. It couldn't be more perfect.

"Gee, I wonder why?" Chloe asked sarcastically. At the slightly startled looks both Harm and Mac threw her way, she added, "Come on. The three of us have been living together in the same apartment for almost three weeks. You don't honestly think that I believe you've just been sleeping in your bedroom. I'm thirteen. I know about the birds and the bees."

"We are not having this conversation," Mac insisted.

"We aren't?" Chloe countered innocently.

"No!" Harm and Mac answered in unison.

Chloe laughed. "Okay, I'll back off, for now," she promised. "How much longer until we get to your grandmother's, Harm?"

"Well," he replied, "if it weren't for the traffic, I'd say about three hours. Now, who knows?"

"Great, now what?" Chloe asked. "I love you guys, but being stuck in traffic with nothing to do ..."

"There should be an exit coming up here soon," Harm said. "We just get off the interstate and take a side road until we clear the traffic. Not a problem."

"Why don't we turn on the radio in the meantime?" Mac suggested. "Find a good radio station with songs we can sing along to, try to have a little fun."

"Sounds great to me," Harm quickly agreed.

"You just don't want to listen to me go on about this house I found," Chloe teased as Harm turned the radio on and sampled stations.

"House?" Mac echoed, looking from Harm to Chloe in confusion.

Harm shrugged. "See what you miss when you're asleep?"

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2125 ZULU
SARAH RABB'S FARM
BEALLSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA

"Finally!" Chloe exclaimed as Harm parked the SUV in front of his grandmother's house and killed the engine. Harm and Mac couldn't help but agree. They had lost nearly an hour due to construction on the interstate and everyone was tired and sore and hungry. Even Jingo had started softly whining for his supper about half an hour earlier.

Sarah Rabb had been watching out the window for them, and stepped out onto the porch as they all climbed out of the vehicle. Harm quickly crossed the short distance to the porch and pulled his grandmother into a hug, Mac and Chloe following behind.

"Hi, Gram," Harm said quietly. "It's good to see you again."

"It's about time you found the time to come visit your old grandmother," she teased lightly. "Just a few hours away by car, even less by that plane of yours, and I still hardly ever see you."

Harm laughed, "Sorry. The Navy keeps me pretty busy. Anyway, since when are you old?"

"Really sweet boy, this grandson of mine," Sarah commented, smiling at him.

Mac felt a slight twinge of jealousy. Neither of her parents had been very close to their own parents, so her grandparents had not been a very big part of her life. It was obvious that Harm shared a very close relationship with his grandmother. Mac had figured as much when he had finally told her who his plane was named for.

"Gram," Harm said, reaching out to pull Mac to his side, "this is Sarah Mackenzie."

"Hello, Mrs. Rabb," Mac said, holding out her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Sarah ignored the outstretched hand and pulled her into a hug. "First of all," she told Mac, "I'm Gram around here. I don't want to hear any of this Mrs. Rabb stuff. And it's a pleasure to finally meet you, also. You're just about all Harm has talked about for the last four years."

"Okay, Gram," Mac agreed as she returned the hug, smiling at the thought of Harm tell his grandmother about her over the last few years. Too bad she couldn't have met Sarah Rabb earlier. Maybe she could have helped Mac get through to Harm a lot sooner.

"And you must be Chloe," Sarah said, turning to her for a hug. "Harm's been telling me a lot about you too the last few weeks."

"It's nice to meet you, Gram," Chloe said. "You have a nice farm. It reminds me a lot of my grandparents' place."

"Good, then you should fit right in here," Sarah said. "Now, after being on the road for so long – God knows, Harm isn't used to having to drive up here – I'm sure you all are hungry. I've got dinner just about ready if you want to come on in and leave your bags for later."

"Sounds great," Mac agreed. "I am hungry."

"You're always hungry, Marine," Harm reminded her as they walked into the house holding hands.

"You leave her alone, Harmon Rabb," Sarah teased. "Nothing wrong with a woman with a healthy appetite."

"Of course not, Gram," Harm quickly agreed as Mac smiled. She was definitely going to enjoy the next few days with his grandmother.

-----

"Hey, you okay, Sarah?" Harm asked, joining Mac on the porch where she was standing, just looking out over the farm.

"I'm fine," Mac replied, shrugging off his concern. "Your grandmother's really great, Harm. She's very loving, a great cook ... I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal like that."

"Thinking about your own family?"

"Do you realize how lucky you are?" she asked. "Even without your father, you have the kind of family I only ever dreamed of having. I barely knew my own grandparents and my parents were hardly poster children for family values."

"I know," he replied quietly, pulling her into his arms, her back to him. Despite his father's death, he had been lucky, even if he hadn't always realized it or wanted to admit it.

"I'm sorry," Mac apologized, "I usually don't like to dwell like this on everything I didn't have growing up, but your grandmother has been so kind and welcoming. Maybe it's a bit overwhelming."

"I understand," Harm said. "I'd probably feel the same way in your position. Gram's always been really good about letting people in. Everyone thinks very highly of her around here."

"I can see why. She's been treating Chloe and me just like her own grandchildren. It's as if we've known her for years," Mac pointed out.

"She knows how much you mean to me," Harm said simply. "In her eyes, that makes you family already."

"I could get used to this," Mac replied quietly, trying unsuccessfully to hold back a yawn.

"You've been more tired than usual recently," Harm observed. "You sure nothing's wrong?"

"I guess the Mayhill case, along with the excitement of Chloe being here, has just taken a lot out of me," Mac explained. "After all, when was the last time I had a vacation?"

"You mean, aside from when we've played hooky to go flying?" Harm teased. "I don't think I can remember the last real vacation either of us has had."

"See," Mac insisted, "we're both probably tired and just really need the break."

She does have a point, he thought. But still ... "Are you sure?"

"Positive," she said.

-----

"How much longer are you staying with your sister?" Sarah asked Chloe as they sat in the living room, watching an old movie, Jingo stretched out on the floor at their feet. Every so often, one or the other would glance out the living room window at the couple on the porch, who had finished their talk and were now settled in the porch swing, Mac sitting in Harm's lap.

"I go home a week from Sunday," Chloe replied. "I miss my dad and I'm looking forward to going home, but staying with them has been really great and I'm sorry ... oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized that she had let slip that Harm and Mac were living together. Sure, Sarah Rabb had been great and seemed cool, but some people were old-fashioned about that kind of thing.

Sarah waved off her concern. "So they're living together," she said. "Big deal. It's about time my grandson woke up and saw what was right in front of him. So what if they're living together before they get married? Better that than sneaking around trying to see each other all the time."

Chloe smiled. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one who had been rooting for those two to get their act together. "Now he just needs to put a ring on her finger and everything would be perfect," she pointed out.

"Well," Sarah said quietly, glancing out the window again to make sure Harm and Mac were still out there, "I've got a few ideas about that. We all have waited four years for them to get together. I don't think any of us want to wait another four before they finally decide to make it official. We just need to make sure they get a little 'nudge' in the right direction. I'm not getting any younger, you know. I want to see my grandson settled, and maybe have a great-grandchild or two to spoil."

"I like the way you think, Gram," Chloe said, laughing. Great minds think alike, she thought. "What do you have in mind?"

Chloe's smile grew wider as Sarah explained her idea. "That would be perfect!" she exclaimed. "Who could resist that kind of incentive?"

"If he uses half the brains God gave him, not my grandson," Sarah replied firmly.

"So, have you actually arranged all this yet?" Chloe asked, taking a quick glance out the window again as she smiled smugly. They would never know what hit them.

"How would you like to take a ride into Pittsburgh with me Sunday afternoon?" Sarah asked.

"So this is a definite, already arranged plan that just needs to be executed, huh?" Chloe countered, giggling. "Cool. I can't wait to see how this one plays out. So, how are we going to get away from Harm and Mac for an afternoon?"

"We'll just give a young couple in love a chance to be alone together for a few hours," Sarah explained. "They probably won't even notice we're gone."

Chloe burst out laughing. "Like I said before, Gram, I like how you think."

Sarah started laughing with her and this was how Harm and Mac found them a moment later when they walked back into the house, carrying the luggage they had just retrieved from the SUV.

"What's so funny, ladies?" Harm asked as he set the bags he was carrying down.

"Nothing," Chloe replied quickly, "Gram and I are just getting to know each other better. Right, Gram?"

Harm and Mac just looked at each other as Sarah nodded her agreement. They could just imagine what those two were talking about. "I'm a little tired," Mac explained, deciding to drop the previous subject as there were some things she would rather not know, "so if you can just let me know where my room is, I think I'll head up for the night."

"Harm knows where it is," Sarah replied. "Second door on the right up the stairs." At Harm's look of shock, she added, "You're sharing a room. So what? Some of us want to sleep tonight, not listen to one of you sneaking to the other's room. Harmon, I'm old, not blind."

"Well, then," Mac said, a bit stunned, "I guess we'll just say goodnight. 'Night, Chloe, Gram. Come on, Flyboy." She took his arm and pulled him towards the stairs after he picked up their luggage. The last thing they heard as they climbed the stairs was Chloe's laughter following them.

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SUNDAY, 1 JULY
1430 ZULU
SARAH RABB'S FARM
BEALLSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA

"Come on, sleepyhead," Harm urged, nudging Mac gently, "rise and shine."

Mac rolled over sleepily so that she was facing away from him, pulling the blankets tightly around her. "I'm tired, Harm," she complained. "Go away."

"Gram left some breakfast for us," Harm said, ignoring her dismissive tone. "She and Chloe are getting ready to leave for their shopping excursion into Pittsburgh. We'll want to get it before it gets too cold."

"Not hungry," Mac murmured.

"Not hungry?" Harm questioned incredulously. "I never thought I'd ever hear those words out of your mouth, Marine. Talk to me. You're starting to worry me." Gently, he rolled her back over so that she was facing him again.

"Harm, like I said before," Mac replied, "I'm just tired. There was a lot of pressure on us during the Mayhill court-martial, plus keeping up with Chloe, plus a new relationship. Look, we're on vacation here. I think I should be able to sleep in without you making federal case out of it."

"Come on, Sarah," Harm insisted. "You're almost an insomniac, you get by on so little sleep. It's ten-thirty already and you show no signs of even wanting to get out of bed."

"Harm!" she exclaimed, a bit exasperated. Taking a deep breath, she continued, a bit more calmly, "I appreciate the concern, but maybe my body just needs to play catch up." Seeing the concern still evident in his eyes, she added lightly, a smile on her face, "Besides, you have been doing a rather good job of keeping me up at night the last few weeks."

Harm smiled a little at that. They had been going ... the thought trailed off as something clicked inside his head. "Other than being tired, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Never better," Mac confirmed, a bit puzzled. "I'm not sick, if that's what you're thinking."

Harm shook his head. "No, I wasn't thinking that, exactly," he explained. "Um, Sarah, when was ... I'm not sure how to ask this ... um ..." Harm's voice trailed off as his face turned a nice shade of pink.

"Harm? Are you okay?" Mac asked, wondering what he was having such a hard time asking her.

"Yeah, fine," Harm quickly assured her. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "When was your last period?"

"Harm? Is that what you were embarrassed to ask me?" she asked. "You don't have to be embarrassed about that. We're in an intimate ..." she trailed off herself as it clicked in her own mind what he was getting at. "You don't think ...?"

"When?" he asked again.

Mac thought back, trying not to get her hopes up. After all, there could be numerous other explanations for her fatigue. Finally, she remembered and she answered quietly, "Just before the Chaddick appeal."

"That would be about what now – seven weeks ago?" Harm asked, trying to keep his voice level. He could be wrong, even as he hoped with everything in him that he wasn't.

Mac nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wanted this so much, praying desperately that they were both right.

Harm took one of her hands in his and squeezed reassuringly. "Do you want to go into town today," Harm suggested, "pick up one of those tests?"

"Yeah," she replied, "I want ... no, I need to know. And I can't wait until we go back to Washington to find out."

Harm took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Me, too," he agreed. "If you can finally manage to get out of bed and get dressed, we can go now."

Mac climbed out of bed and began rummaging through their suitcase for something to wear. She began putting her clothes, asking Harm, "Do you mind if we wait until Gram and Chloe have gone? I don't know ... I just want to keep this to ourselves, at least until we know for sure."

"Understood," he agreed as she sat down next to him on the bed. "I don't want them to get their hopes up, just in case ..."

Mac put her hands over her abdomen, biting her lower lip nervously. "Harm, what if I'm not? I want this so much, but I'm afraid we'll be disappointed."

Harm moved slightly so that he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest, his hands resting over hers. "It will be okay," he promised. "If it doesn't happen now, we've got plenty of time to keep trying. And I'll be there with you. We'll get through this, no matter which way it goes."

Mac closed her eyes and sighed. How had she gotten so lucky? "I love you, Harm."

"I love you, too, Sarah."

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1910 ZULU
SARAH RABB'S FARM
BEALLSVILLE, PENNSYLVANIA

Harm and Mac's determination to know for sure had not taken long to turn into fear that they wouldn't like the answer. So they had delayed. First, they had eaten a leisurely breakfast while Gram and Chloe had departed for Pittsburgh. Then they had driven into town but they took a long walk around before finally going into the drug store and buying the test.

After driving back to the farm, the test sat in the bag from the drug store while they watched 'A Few Good Men' on television, spending the next two hours while the movie was on debating the inaccuracies in the movie. As the end credits rolled, Harm finally brought up the subject they had spent the last few hours avoiding. "Delaying isn't going to change the results," he pointed out quietly.

"I know," Mac replied softly. "I'm just nervous."

"Me, too," he agreed, grabbing the bag and handing it to her, "but if we get this over with, at least we will know for sure."

With a sigh, she took the bag and went into the bathroom, returning a moment later with the stick from the test, which she set on the coffee table. "Okay, we'll know in four minutes and thirty-two seconds," she said nervously as she sat back down on the couch beside him.

Harm began counting down in his head, wishing again he had Mac's ability with time.

After a moment, Mac insisted, "Talk to me, Harm."

"About what?" he countered, losing count in his head and resisting the temptation to ask her for the time remaining so he could start again.

"I don't care," she answered. "Just talk. The silence makes it seem longer."

"Okay," he started, taking a steadying breath. "I wonder what Gram and Chloe went to Pittsburgh for."

"Chloe said they wanted to shop," Mac said.

"But in Pittsburgh? That's pretty far away for just shopping."

"I guess," she agreed. There was another moment of silence. As she noticed Harm glancing at his watch, she supplied, "Two minutes nineteen."

"Thanks," he said. "I'd been trying to keep track, but you're better at that than I am. Say, are you ever planning on telling me how you do that?"

"Like I told you in Columbia, Harm," she replied, "it's a Marine thing."

"You planning on telling our kids?" he countered.

"Of course."

"What, I don't rate?" he complained.

"We Marines don't share our secrets with lowly squids," she teased.

"What, are you saying that our kids are going to be Marines?" he shot back. "What if they want to join the Navy?"

"Oh, I'll do my best to talk them out of that," she insisted.

"Oh, you will, will you?" he questioned as he pulled her into his lap and started tickling.

"Harm!" she exclaimed, trying to pull away. After another moment, she managed to get out through her laughter, "Harm! It's time!"

They both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment before Mac reach over and picked up the stick, careful not to look at the results until they could look together. "Are you ready for this?" she asked quietly.

"Not really, but let's take a look," he replied as she held the stick out in front of them so they could both see the results.

They simply stared at the stick for a long moment, then looked at each other. "Oh, God ..." they both started.

"We're having a baby!" they shouted simultaneously.

"You're what?" exclaimed a voice from the doorway. Mac turned to see Chloe and Gram standing there with two other people she didn't recognize, stunned looks on all their faces. Who ...? she thought, then she put together the people with faces she had seen only in pictures just as Harm managed to get out weakly, "Mom! Frank!"

"Not quite what I had in mind when I planned this surprise," Gram said as she ushered the stunned Chloe, Trish and Frank into the room. "Everybody sit down. Mac, you can start breathing now. You're not going to do that baby any good if you pass out. You either, Harmon. Trish, stop acting like you're the first woman to find out she's going to be a grandmother. That would be me. Frank, Chloe, sit down. Now let's all back up a little bit here."

"Mac," Gram started, "I'd like you to meet Frank and Trish Burnett. Frank, Trish, this is Sarah Mackenzie."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. And Mrs. Burnett," Mac managed to say. Of all the scenarios she had imagined for this moment, Harm's parents walking through the door had not been one of them. That explained the trip to Pittsburgh. It was the closest city with a major airport. At least Gram and Chloe hadn't found some way to make her Uncle Matt magically appear here from Leavenworth.

"Mr. and Mrs. Burnett?" Trish said. "You're going to be the mother of our grandchild. I'm Trish, or Mom would be better, and this is Frank."

"Okay, Mom, Frank," Mac replied. She liked them both already.

"See, Harm, I always said I thought Mac seemed like a nice girl," Trish pointed out.

"Mom!"

"Harmon," Sarah said, "just because you were blind doesn't mean the rest of us were. Don't take it out on us. Mac, how are you feeling?"

"Like I'm on a roller coaster."

"That's natural," Sarah replied. "I remember that feeling well when I first found out I was going to have Harm Senior."

"Now I guess we know why someone's been so tired recently, huh?" Chloe added.

"Chloe!" Mac exclaimed.

"Chloe, give your sister a break," Sarah insisted. "She's entitled. Any nausea, dear?"

"No, other than the fatigue," she answered, "I've never felt better."

"Good, keep your fingers crossed that it stays that way," Sarah said. "Now, Chloe, why don't you and I take Frank and Trish upstairs and get them settled. Harm and Mac look like they could use a few minutes to themselves."

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0015 ZULU

"It's been quite a day, hasn't it?" Trish said as she stepped out onto the porch.

"Yeah, I guess it has," Harm replied as he turned to look at his mother. "So what are you doing out here? Gram didn't tell us you and Frank were coming, which of course was probably her intention."

"Well, it wasn't originally so that we could find out we are going to become grandparents," she said, laughing. "She called a couple weeks ago and said that you were coming up here for the Fourth with Mac and suggested that it would be a good time for all of us to get together. Plus, she thought it was time that I gave you something."

"Gave me what?" he asked, puzzled.

"In a minute. I want to find out how you're feeling first," Trish insisted.

"Thrilled, stunned, excited, a little scared," he replied. "There's so much going through my mind right now. I'm not even sure where to start."

"That's all natural," Trish said. "Your father felt pretty much the same way when we were expecting you. I found out I was pregnant not long after he had deployed. It had happened just before he left. I really wanted to tell him in person, but it wasn't like I could just show up on the carrier and announce it."

"So what happened?" he asked.

"The ship docked in Hawaii for liberty about halfway through the tour," she continued. "I decided to scrape together some money and fly out there to surprise him. I didn't want to wait until the tour was over since it would be obvious by then that I was pregnant. I was waiting on the dock when he got off the ship. He hadn't known I was coming, so he was surprised. He lifted me into his arms and he just knew. I wasn't showing all that much and I was wearing loose clothes, so you couldn't really tell unless you were looking close. I guess when he held me, he could feel that my body wasn't quite the same shape as before. He started shouting for anyone to hear. Finally, Tom Boone walked up to us and suggested, 'You can be quiet now, Hammer. I think the whole island heard you.' So he calmed down for all of about five seconds, then he insisted that we had to leave, I needed to get off my feet, was I eating right, etc."

Trish was quiet for a moment, wrapped up in the memories, before she added, "When we walked in there earlier, the look I saw on your face was the same one I saw on your father's when he figured it out."

"Mom ..." he began, but Trish held up her hand.

"I'm fine, Harm, really," she insisted. "It's just ... he's here with us, you know. Looking down on us."

"I know," Harm said quietly.

"Anyway, the reason we came out was because your gram thought it might be time to give you this," Trish said, pulling a folded handkerchief out of her pocket and handing it to him. He opened it up to find a silver diamond engagement ring inside.

"The way you've always talked about Mac," she continued as he stared at the ring, "all of us have wondered if she might be the one. When your grandmother said you were bringing her with you this trip, we thought you might eventually need this. Your grandfather gave this to her and she passed it on to your father to give to me. Now it's your turn to give it to the woman you love."

"I don't know what to say," he replied softly. "This means so much."

"All you have to tell me is when the wedding will be, once you decide," Trish insisted.

"Thanks, Mom."

Harm carefully folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket as Mac came out onto the porch. After the public announcement of her pregnancy, he wanted to propose someplace private with just the two of them. Plus, there was something else he really needed to do first.

"Hey, you guys going to stand out here all night?" Mac asked, wrapping her arm around Harm's waist.

"I was just telling Harm how happy I am for both of you," Trish said, smiling at the younger woman.

"Thanks. I know it was a bit of a shock, the way you found out," Mac stated.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it," Trish explained. "I was just telling Harm about a similar scene when his father found out I was pregnant. So, what about your family?"

Mac was quiet for a moment before she finally said, "My uncle is the only family I have left." Which was true, as far as she was concerned. Her mother had lost the right to be called family a long time ago.

"The one in Leavenworth?" Trish asked. Harm had told her previously about the first case they had ever worked together.

"Yeah," Mac answered. "I think he will be happy, but I just wish he could be here with me."

Trish sensed that this might not be the best topic for conversation, so she changed the subject. "So what's going on in there?" she asked, nodding towards the house.

"Let's see," Mac replied, smiling. "Gram has pulled out photo albums and is regaling everyone with tales of three generations of naval aviators, Chloe is trying to figure out how to convince her dad to let her skip school and come to DC when the baby is born and Frank is talking investment options for the trust fund he wants to set up for the baby."

"Mac, I just want you to know that if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask any of us," Trish insisted. "We would all do anything for you and that baby."

"I know and thanks. It means a lot to me. To both of us."

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To be continued…