Mac's Apartment

2 Days Later

Harm had gone back to work today, but he refused to go back to his apartment. When he got home he came into the smell of a freshly baked meatless meatloaf.

"You made Harm's famous meatless meatloaf?" Harm asked flashing her his modified flyboy grin, which she had discovered he only used towards her or when talking about her. This made her happy beyond belief it also made her sick to her stomach, she couldn't believe any of it.

"I had to make you something, you've been cooking for me all week and you've made me meat for god's sake, you think I couldn't at least make you your famous meatless meatloaf?" Mac asked trying to sound hurt.

"That's very nice of you marine," Harm stated taking off his cover and heading over to the bedroom. Mac smiled she got him. "O and nice try" Harm called after him. Mac just shook her head and got back to cooking.

The two of them ate dinner and Harm caught Mac up on what had been going on and that the Admiral had told everyone that she was on vacation as Harm requested. They finished dinner and cleaned up before they got to tackling what to do next.

Four Hours Later

They had decided Harm would live with her til they both felt better about all of this. Now they were both cuddled up on the couch watching some random chick flick Mac had stuck in.

Harm enjoyed this part of his life, he had the love of his life in his arms, would be holding her all night, and waking up with her in the morning without any repercussions. The thing that amazed him most aside from the beautiful women in his arms was the fact he was actually enjoying the movie.

After the movie had ended the two of them headed to the bedroom, changed, and got into bed. Neither really tired, yet neither new what to do next.

"Are you anything like you expected to be when you were a little girl?" Harm broke the silence with one of the most random questions Mac had ever heard.

"What do you mean flyboy?"

"You know how when you were little you would imagine how life would be when you grew up?"

"Yeah I guess…I don't know, I guess not. I know I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be a Marine." Mac answered.

"What did you imagine?" Harm asked staring at the ceiling.

"Um…well I guess I'd always thought I'd have a big happy family far away from Yuma. I'd have a few kids who had all they could ever want, some pets, and a prince for a husband." Mac laughed at her comment self-consciously.

"A prince eh?" Harm asked in a British accent.

"Yes a prince, he would be tall, very handsome, have deep blue eyes, and would love me and treat me like a princess." After she was done with her rant she blushed noticing him now staring at her instead of the ceiling 'God I love his eyes.'

"And what makes you think you can't have all of that still?" Harm asked softly

"Well for one there is no man handsome enough to even remotely be my prince except..." Mac paused as she gazed into his deep blue eyes, "You." She said so soft that he hardly heard it.