Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for Emily and Jake. The other characters belong to the great Mr. Bellisario and all others involved with JAG.
A.N. This is just a short piece of dribble that i thought up one day. It is my first fic and probably my only fic.
ENJOY!
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0715 ZULU
Rabb Residence
"DADDY, DADDY!" screamed two toddlers Emily and Jake as they ran down the hall to their parents room. You see it was father's day and the two children couldn't wait to see their father and give him his presents.
HARM POV
It's Sunday morning, I am lying in bed enjoying my usual Sunday morning sleep-in. I was in the middle of this wonderful dream and the next minute . . .
"OOF…" I groan as my two youngest jump up onto the bed and awake me from my peaceful slumber.
As much as I love my Sunday sleep-ins, I wouldn't trade these moments in for anything in the world. Having two children under the age of 7 does keep one on his feet. Thankfully, I have my lovely wife and my eldest Mattie to help out.
"Come on Daddy, you got to wake up and open your presents." Cries Emily excitedly, while sitting on my back.
I look over at my wife, who is pretending to be asleep but isn't, due to the huge grin on her face.
"Emmy-babe, can't you please let mummy and I sleep in for 5 more minutes, then I'll meet you and Jake downstairs, then we can open the presents?" I groan into my pillow. Gosh I hate mornings, especially early mornings.
"No Daddy, you open your presents NOW!" Emily does the cutest little pout. However, one thing is for sure, she definitely got her stubbornness from her mother.
"Okay, if you get off my back, then I can get a better look at you and open the presents." I grumble. Did I mention that I hate mornings!
"Okay daddy, Mummy wake up!" Emily crawls off my back and straight onto Sarah.
I watch as my two girls interact. Sarah really does make a good mother. While the two of them are talking, I focus my attention on Jake, my youngest, who is tightly holding his stuffed F-14.
"Morning sport" As I reach over to pick him up and put him on my lap he squeals with delight.
Since becoming a family man, I have never once regretted it. As a matter of fact, I wish Mac and I had gotten together earlier and started a family. I owe it all to Mattie, she was the once who made me realise that it was time to settle down from my wild bachelor days.