Ogling

"I'm a little warm. Gonna take a dip to cool off." Mac declared and then pressed a smacking kiss on Harm's lips before raising herself out of the lounger and heading to the water.

At once he pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose offering him an untinted view of his wife. Mac always carried herself gracefully, like a dancer. Her long shapley legs, the movement of her six beneath the scrap of green fabric that modestly covered her.

The bikini was not one of her most sexiest, he decided. It covered a little too much and didn't have the drawstrings on her hips that he loved to pull away. Still, she was a vision and he was the luckiest man alive.

Harm sat up a bit, his eyes were still glued to Mac when she got to the waters edge and stopped to check the temperature. How did the lyrics go? "Hate to see you go but, I love to watch you walk away."

"Harmon!" He jumped at his mother's admonishing tone quickly sliding his sunglasses back into place and settling down. "Would you stop ogling Sarah?"

"I was not ogling!"

Trish snorted. "You're even drooling, sweetheart."

"Am not!" He wasn't but, still raised his hand to his mouth to check. Harm felt like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Mom!"

"You would think you just met." She grinned when he didn't catch her teasing tone and folded his arms across his chest like a petulant child. Trish swore he was even pouting.

"Look, can you blame me?" He motioned towards Mac who was now walking back towards them completely wet. He hair was slicked back, droplets of water clung to her skin. She was every Bond Girl fantasy come to life and she was his.

"Mac is very beautiful and I was kidding." She smiled, the pair made a very good looking couple. Appearances aside, she knew Mac was the perfect match for her son. She glanced over at Harm and swatted him on the arm. "Go to you wife, she wants you to join her."

He sat up and looked at Mac who had stopped at the waters edge and turned to him with a smile. "Nah, she would have asked me to."

Trish sighed and rolled her eyes. "Harm, if you stopped ogling her a.. ummm... backside...you'd have noticed when she glanced behind her shoulder to look at you...she did it again at the edge of the water...Go to your wife, now."

He stared at his wife for a moment finally seeing what his mother was telling him. Indeed, he was a very lucky man. "Aye, aye, ma'am." Harm kissed his mother on the cheek. "Thanks mom." He tossed his sunglasses and raced down the sand to Mac. Immediately, her smile widened.

The sound of her squeal and their combined laughter echoed up the beach when Harm picked her up and carried her into the water.

"The kids needed a little help from the older generation again?" Frank asked as he'd quietly overheard his wife and son's interaction.

"A mother's job is never done." Trish grinned and gave her husband a peck on the lips.