A/N: Okay, you guys have been bugging, and begging and asking and I don't know what else to call me for this chapter. Here it is!

Finally, the vows!

St. Peter's Church

Washington DC

1325 hours local

Mac was nervous. Hadn't been nervous all morning, but with only five more minutes on the clock, she was getting real nervous. Harm and she hadn't talked about this. They hadn't dared, both scared that the other might back out. And that was not what they wanted.

There was so much going through their minds… They'd worked on repairing their friendship in the past year and they were as close as they had been before the whole Paraguay thing. Maybe even closer. Okay, so not maybe closer. Definitely closer.

Harriet, Jen, Mattie and Chloe smiled at her. 'You're gorgeous' Harriet whispered.

'If I could say that Harriet…' Mac's voice was trembling. 'I'm so freaking nervous about this whole thing… What if he doesn't want to do this? What if he doesn't walk down that aisle?' She smoothed her skirt down.

The four other women grinned at each other. 'Will you please worry about saying ''I do'' when you have to?'

Mattie patted her arm. 'He'll be there Mac. I know he will'.

'Right'. Mac let a breath out and then there was a knock on her door. The Admiral walked in and stopped to look at her.

'You look amazing Sarah' he said, brushing a tear of her cheek. 'And that better be happy tears 'cause that are the only tears I will allow today'.

Mac tried to smile. 'Am I really doing this sir?'

'I think you are'. He offered her his arm. 'Let's go'.

She nodded and took his arm. Adjusting her bouquet in her hand she tried to stop shaking. She loved Harm. 'Is Harm nervous?'

'As hell. Afraid that you'll change your mind and run out of this church and leave him with… this'.

That brought a smile to Mac's face. 'Thank you sir'. Then took a deep breath. 'Thank you… Dad'.

AJ turned his head to the side and gave her a surprised look. 'Did you just say what I thought you said?'

'Yes'. Mac smiled and kissed his cheek. The wedding march started to play. 'Please walk me down the aisle Dad?'

Everyone in the church rose when AJ and Sarah started to walk down the aisle. Mac smiled when she spotted Harm waiting for her. He was there. He didn't run.

She saw Elizabeth Hawkes and her husband Jonathan, Tuna and his wife Charlotte, Keeter and his fiancée Stella. Sturgis and a very pregnant Varese Turner were further up. She spotted retired Admiral Tom Boone. Victor and Carmen Galindez. Almost reaching Harm, she saw his mother Trish Burnett-Rabb, his stepfather Frank Burnett and his grandmother Sarah Rabb.

And then, there he was. Someone she hadn't expected to see at all. She'd been thinking about this man ever since she was sure she would get married today. The tears filled her eyes when she spotted him. Her uncle. Colonel Matthew O'Hara. He winked at her.

Harm stretched his hand out and Mac took it. He was still mesmerized by her appearance. At first, he was surprised she wasn't wearing a white dress, but then again, he didn't care. Whatever Mac was wearing, she was breathtaking. And when she was walking down the aisle, his famous smile got into place. The cappuccino colored dress was perfect for her. It was so Mac. It was so his wife-to-be.

'Who is giving this woman to this man?' Chaplain Turner asked, breaking Harm's stream of thoughts.

Both the Admiral and the Colonel answered. 'We are'.

Harm brushed a tear away from her cheek. 'You are not supposed to cry until you say ''I do'' ' he whispered, but had the tears in his eyes as well.

'He's here Harm. The Admiral got him here'. Another tear slipped down her cheek.

Harm nodded. 'I saw him Sarah'.

Chaplain Turner smiled at the couple. 'You'll have plenty of time to talk after this service, so if you don't mind, I would like to move on'.

The guests laughed. It was the first time the Chaplain wanted to move on. Harm and Mac smiled and he continued.

'After a lot of efforts from a lot of sides, we're finally here to unite these two persons in holy matrimony before God and their friends and family. The maid of honor told me that it took them nine and a half years to get where they are now. Well, everyone, they are here now'.

He paused for a moment. 'I was told that Harm and Sarah wanted to say their own vows'.

Harm and Mac stared at him. Say their own vows? Where did he get that? Harm turned to Mac. There were indeed more things he wanted to say to her than just ''I do''. There was much more he wanted to say to her. And taking a deep breath he started to confess.

'They want our own vows? They will get our own vows'. He softly squeezed her hands. 'This is going to take a while to get it all out in the open so I hope those seats are comfortable'.

Mac laughed, and the rest of the church joined her. She looked up into his eyes, encouraging him to say what he was about to say.

Harm took another deep breath. 'You taught me a lot of things in the past nine years Sarah. You taught me to share. Taught me to let go when I had to, taught me to start over. You taught me that it was okay to be angry, to cry, to be upset when something bad happened. You also taught me to be overprotective. Especially of you. Because you mean the world to me'.

She softly nodded. She knew the feeling.

'I had in mind that when I was going to propose to you, and yes, that day would come once' he said, more to the audience then to her, 'it would be with a lot of roses, in the White House Rose Garden where we first met. But I didn't propose, I didn't even confess to all the feelings I have for you before we arrived at this church'.

He looked at the Admiral. 'So sir, and this is your fault, I'm going to do it now, right here, in front of all these people'.

Turning back to Mac, he bit his lip. 'I don't know what a husband is supposed to do, what he is obliged to do when married, because I've never been a husband before. I've had all the other states in a relationship… boyfriend, lover… I never reached the state of husband. Honestly, I'm scared to death about this. Marriage is not a thing one should take lightly. Well, I don't'.

Harm cleared his throat. 'In the past years, you've been my best friend, my rock, my savior. And I hope that I've let you know, that, no matter what we did to purposely or unintentionally hurt each other, I never stopped believing in you. In the chance that there once would be an "us". I believe in you Sarah, and I'm willing to take this chance and believe in an "us" '.

He reached up to brush a tear of her cheek. 'About the husband thing… I know a husband is supposed to cherish, to honor what he has till death does them part. I promise I'll cherish and honor you till death will do us part'. He paused. 'There is another thing that a husband is supposed to do that I haven't mentioned. And I believe it's the most important duty of a husband'.

Sarah bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold more tears back. Was he really letting go? Was he?

'I love you Sarah' he whispered. The tears were beginning to run down his face as well and Mac wiped the away with the back of her hand.

'I didn't come all the way down here to hear you say she's your best friend Rabb!' Keeter called. Their guests obviously hadn't heard him.

Harm turned his head to Keeter and grinned. 'I love her!' he called. 'I love her so much every fiber of my being hurts when she's not close to me. When I don't see you. Every now and then I come to think of what my life would look like when you're not in it, and in one word it would be empty. Void'.

It was out in the open now. He'd said it. Now vow it to her Rabb.

'So, I, Harmon Rabb jr., vow to cherish, honor and love my best friend, my rock, my savior… my wife. Till death do us part'.

St. Peter's Church

Washington DC

1400 hours local

It was quiet in the church after Harm's confession and vow. Mac took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and keep her emotions under control.

'You honestly want me to try and be as good as that?' she asked Chaplain Turner. He gave her an encouraging smile and she turned back to Harm.

'This morning, when I woke up, I couldn't help but think that this was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly; birds were whistling their song… Almost perfect, I thought to myself. But as perfect as that may have seemed, it doesn't come close to how perfect it is now'.

Taking a deep breath, she continued: 'You remember when I said that there was so much I wanted to say to you, but that I couldn't find the words?'

Harm nodded, remembering when that had been. His office, right before he left for flying. To pursue his dream, only to find that it had been replaced with another.

'Well, I'm going to try and find the words… …' Mac bit her lip. 'We've been through so much together… I can't have a conversation about my life and not include you. Because, and yes, you're right about that, you are a big part of my life. It would be an empty place, void without you in it'.

She found her strength again and started to speak again. 'I can understand why you backed off in that country that shall be unnamed. I now understand why you came forward with that sort of confession on a porch. I now know why you gave up everything in your life to follow me and save mine'.

Mac sniffed. 'What you said about being a husband… I've been a wife before. I've been through this ceremony before, exchanged rings, signed papers… But that first time was with a completely different intention. I'm not even sure there was any intention other than to run away from my father'.

Harm squeezed her hands again. Whatever she'd done, he knew, he understood and didn't hold it against her. They both had made their mistakes.

'This time, I want to do it with every good intention there is. Like you, I want to cherish and honor what I have. Like every wife does, I want to stand beside my husband. I want to believe in my husband, I want to believe in what he does, in the reasons why he does things, just like my husband believes in me'.

Harriet, Jen, Mattie and Chloe had stopped trying to hold their tears. They had stopped holding their tears a long time ago. This was beyond their imagined ceremony. This were Harmon Rabb jr. and Sarah Mackenzie with their honest, pure feelings for each other. It was a good thing they had decided on Kleenex tissues in the gift bags. At least every woman in the room was using it.

'You're my rock, my best friend. Whenever I have a problem, whatever might go wrong, I know that you will be there when I look over my shoulder. I always considered myself a strong and independent woman; until I met you. I'm not so strong and independent as I sometimes would like to be. I became dependant of someone. I became dependent of you. That big bad Marine things is just a mask I put on when you're not in my life, because knowing that you're not around to watch over me scares me to death. I don't want that ever again'.

She let her breath out. 'I love you Harmon Rabb jr. I love everything about you. I love the way you look at me when you think I've done something stupid or when you're proud of me knowing that I've just beat a demon from my past. I love the way you smile when you just come out of ''Sarah'' after flying, I love the way you try to convince the jury in the courtroom with your closing argument. I love the way you look at your daughter with a look only parents can look and I hope, deep in my heart that you will look at our children that same way'.

Coming to a conclusion, Sarah looked into his eyes. 'So, I, Sarah Mackenzie, vow to cherish, honor and love my best friend, my rock, my savior… my husband. Till death do us part'.

This story isn't over yet. I have a couple of other things on the way. It's a day of surprises for everyone. Just let me knowwhat you think, as usual.