A/N: Thanks again for everyone's encouraging reviews. I was home for the holidays but I'm back at school and will hopefully be updating a lot more often. I don't know anything about Endometriosis other than what I have researched. Please let me know if I've made any mistakes in this matter. Reviews very welcome!

Christmas Lists and Hot Bods

They were waiting in a small pale green room while the doctor finished up with another patient. Harm had been watching Mac while they'd checked in with the receptionist and sat in the waiting room. He'd also watched her as a nurse had shown them into this room and asked them some preliminary questions before leaving, assuring them the doctor would be with them in a few moments. Although his stomach had butterflies about what the doctor would say he knew that whatever Mac was feeling would be undoubtedly worse. She'd always taken this illness harder than he had, especially since finding out that it had gotten worse over years gone by.

She'd remarked several times that if she had only taken better care of herself and gone to the hospital as soon as her back started bothering her, but Harm knew that there was nothing could have done and told her so. And he knew that although she still had moments when grief held her heart, they'd talked and he was pretty sure they were moving forward.

Mac was seated on the examining table in one of the hospital's tie up gowns. She was shifting back and forth, crinkling the paper that lined the chair with every movement. Harm rose from his chair beside her and stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the door.

"So I was thinking, after lunch today we don't really have to be anywhere for the rest of the day so we could go back to the hotel, have a rest and see what we want to do for dinner."

She grasped the hands he'd settled on her shoulders. She smiled at him.

"Harm, I'm fine. I don't need to rest anymore. I wanted to do some shopping today, finish up some Christmas presents for Mattie and your parents."

"But – "

"But nothing. I also know that you want to go by the mall to see your Dad today, so we can do that with our free time."

He gave her a funny look, something between a smile and a frown. "Harm?" He shook his head.

"That sounds like a good idea actually. Considering I don't have a gift for you or Mattie yet."

She laughed, exasperated. "Harmon Rabb! Christmas is in less than a week!" When he only hung his head and mumbled something she cradled his head and kissed his temple.

"It's a good thing that I don't really want anything this year. You might get away with one of those presents bought Christmas Eve because it's the first thing that catches your eye on the store shelf and wrapped by the lady at the checkout desk."

He looked at her again. "You don't really want anything? What kind of thing is that to say right before Christmas?"

She smiled as the door opened to admit the doctor scanning Mac's chart. Mac grabbed onto his hand and squeezed for a moment before continuing in a lower, quieter voice. "I've already got everything I want. Christmas came early for me this year."

They met Jen, Bud and Sturgis for lunch at a small sandwich shop not too far from JAG, as all three had to be back in good time that afternoon.

"Harriet wanted to join us but she's got a toddler group with the twins this afternoon and the babysitter isn't coming until 1." He hung up his coat before taking a chair beside Sturgis at the square wooden table. "She told me to tell you tonight's spaghetti night if you're interested."

Everyone at the table chuckled. Harriet's spaghetti sauce was legendary but so was the amount of it that ended up on the Roberts' kitchen floor after their children were done eating the slippery pasta.

Harm settled an arm around Mac's shoulders as she dropped her head to his shoulder, unable to quit smiling. "Well, we'd love to but tonight Mac and I are going out for a celebratory dinner."

Jen spoke up first. "Does this celebration have anything to do with your appointment at Bethesda this morning Ma'am?"

Harm and Mac exchanged a look. Sometimes the petty officer was to… informative for her own good, especially if some of her information was being passed on to Mattie before they had a chance to talk to her about it themselves.

"In fact it does." Harm's face lit up. "It looks like Mac's chances of having children have improved, however slightly."

"But I thought that before your doctor said that your chances were less than 5 and not likely to increase?" Bud questioned.

"That's correct Bud," Mac began, "I can never be cured of endometriosis but with the medications I've been taking the majority of the scar tissue has been flushed out or taken out with surgery and very little has reappeared. The doctor said it looked like everything was going well and she was pleased with my progress. Also, since I've followed all the doctors' orders regarding my diet --"

"Which was a struggle in itself" Harm interjected for which his wife shot him a cool look.

"You didn't have to avoid eating pasta, pastries, pizza, AND caffeine for the last half a year, mister."

Luckily (but for who?) the waitress appeared at that moment to take their order. Harm, Sturgis and Bud opted for the special, a Reuben sandwich with a green salad, while Jen ordered a grilled chicken ceasar and Mac opted for a tuna sandwich with a greek salad.

"It's almost like you two have switched eating habits." Sturgis commented as he lifted his glass of iced tea.

Mac shook her head. "I've just been keeping to this certain diet to help alleviate pain from my endometreosis and Harm… well, he's just started eating a little more like a normal person lately." There were chuckles all round and the man in question simply lifted his chin and peered down at them.

"My eating habits are not that remarkable. I simply decided one day that since I am getting on in years I should enjoy some different foods." Harm's good mood was bursting from his face and voice and everyone at the table could see that he was happier these days than ever before. He continued on as there were more chuckles and a few observations about his 'getting on in years'.

"And I already have everything a man could ask for. I don't need a hot bod to attract a woman anymore now that I've finally married this gorgeous specimen beside me," and turning to look at Mac herself, "although I might need to stay healthy to run after our babies."

Mac gazed up at him, and the two drifted into their own world as they imagined a houseful of their children running around, their hopes greatly elevated by the doctor's encouraging report.

Jen meanwhile shook her head at the two lovebirds. "I can't believe he just said 'hot bod.' That was just wrong." She'd have to tell Mattie about this when they talked later.