AN: I hope the date of today doesn't mean you won't like the wayI decided this story should develop. Love to hear from you!

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Chapter 5: Mac's POV

And heads it was. For one very tiny, maybe even imagined moment, I felt myself stiffen, seeing my life as I knew it disappear. But, true to my promise, I let Harm pull me to his chest in a warm hug before kissing me flat out, causing chills to course through me and cheers from our audience.

He never uttered a word of comfort, knowing it would diminish the decision as it was made. He only called Mattie to let her know that the outcome would be London and to turn to Jen, asking her if she still felt like moving, to be his assistant. She agreed, probably mainly because of Mattie. Soon, people were congratulating her on her move. If I hadn't been just a little sad about the abrupt ending of my career, I would have been ecstatic.

But the transfer came through and we both settled in. Into our marriage, our family and our home. And into our jobs. Mine is exhilarating to say the least and I'm thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

Let me just tell you how it came to happen.

The day after we had our impromptu engagement party, I was summoned to the General's office and was happy to find A.J. Chegwidden there, together with a third man I didn't know. He was introduced as Mr. Leo Stellman. He was an old friend of the former Admiral and a representative for Unicef.

And he needed me. Unicef, so he told me, often got to 'borrow' military staff from all the United Nations to help with distribution and safety problems in area's all over the world. They were in dire need for a military spokesman or woman to coordinate these projects. This person should be able to speak various different languages, know national and international military laws and conducts and be used to public speaking. And look who they had in mind? My love for children and the fact that I was about to adopt my own child made my little person, according to them 'perfectly cut for the job'. As a bonus, this job is both qualified for military and civilian personnel, so the choicewas on me if I'd rather stay in the military system. And I do. So…I'm still in uniform, a full bird Colonel's uniform at that! Sure, my flyboy is my senior now, but I'm willing to overlook that hitch.

The day before he had to report for his new duty, we proudly showed each other our uniforms, complete with bars and birds, as if we've never seen the other one wear it before. But I liked it anyway. Nothing can ever be as gorgeous to me as my flyboy in dress whites. Except maybe for my flyboy without dress whites, without dress…anything. Oops…wrong train of thoughts for the office, Colonel MacKenzie. Just a few more hours of hard labor before I can be doting Sarah Rabb once more; a role that fits me better than I could have imagined. Does that sound strange? I mean, of course it does, but I truly wasn't prepared for the depth of my feelings for Harm. For the rush I feel when it's time to go home, for the turmoil he can cause in my heart whenever he's around, not even doing anything in particular, for the whirlpool he creates in my body whenever we make love, for the utter peace that surrounds me when I'm curled up in his arms. Did I mention I love this man?

By the way, it's become clearly obvious that I'm not the only one who can thoroughly appreciate Harm in uniform, or Harm as a lawyer. Or just Harm being Harm. As scuttlebutt tells me, he has the entire female population in his new office hanging onto every word he utters as if they were hypnotized. I have to say: can't blame them, theyare more right about his 'performance' than they will ever know. As I just testified, I know thoroughly well what his 1000 megawatt smile can evoke in the core of every breathing female (and some males, no doubt). Boy, could I make them jealous! At east I know I don't have to feel threatened… so I don't.

No really, it's a given that Harm is clueless when it comes to his own charm, except maybe in times when he uses it as a very effective weapon to get him out of trouble. Or into it, for that matter. Him and others if memory serves me well. But hey, let's not dwell. The only thing I know without any doubt is that he's totally faithful. So no need to feel bitter or insecure; he'll always comes back to us. Us being me, Mattie and whoever is making it increasingly more difficult for me to button my uniform blouse.

Harm is so protective of me these days, it's enough to make me edgy and swooning at the same time. Whenever I can't decide, I basically do both and blame the tears on my hormones. Which is good enough for Harm. He'll be there for me come hell or high water. A sentiment I return with all my heart.

As I think about everything that has happened, toying with my rings (the flawless wedding band and the engagement ring he gave me the moment we left McMurphy's) I can only come to one definite conclusion: We're happy. The coin landed the right way up for the both of us.

Only one more chapter to go, from Harm's POV. Then I'm putting this story to rest. Please let me know what you think so far...