by Vid Z.
Pairing: Harm/Anyone
AN: It seems this will become a series of fics with the identity of Harm's wife being the reader's choice.
AN2: the last part ran away with it's life from me,
it was first intended to be a drabble, but it grew.
But this one will be a drabble length, as will
probably others.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dedication: to boredom! You're a wonderful muse.
Anyway, in the immortal words of the immortal Freddie
Mercury:
"The show must go on!"
"You're what?"
"Pregnant, Harm. You know: pregnant, expecting, heavy
with child, a bun in the oven, a coal in the hearth,
baby on board,..."
Harm was just beginning to realize what this will mean:
mood swings - violent tendencies, labor with a few
broken bones (his), waking up in the middle of the
night, diapers,... He loved this baby already, but
the prospect of his future life was daunting. No
more days spent in bed just making love, not just the
two of them anymore. Harm was just beginning to grasp
what this will mean.
Still in shock, he was not prepared for the next big hit. He never knew what hit him.
"And guess what, Harm?"
"What's that, honey?"
"We're having quadraplets!"
/Thud/
"Harm?"
"Harm? Come on, don't play with me."
Mrs. Rabb checked her husband just to see he fainted.
"Oh, for crying out loud. I was just kidding about the quadraplets."
"Harm, come on, baby, wake up!"
FADE OUT
THE END