I held off on posting this chapter, since I wanted to post this one and the chapter of Morgan actually coming home at the same time. But I am so blocked that I haven't written in eons. This chapter was mostly complete so I thought I would toss it out there. I hope everyone out there is safe and taking care of themselves. Enjoy.

"You have fifteen minutes to ask about my day and tell me all about Morgan, and then we're shutting it off," Harm stated as he walked into the kitchen.

"Excuse me?" Mac's head popped up from the stack of paperwork she was reading. Harm leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hey. Now repeat what you said," she requested.

"Fifteen minutes. Then it's date night," he clarified.

"Harm, we're bringing Morgan home tomorrow, we don't have time for date night," Mac objected.

"We certainly won't have time once we bring him home," he chuckled. "Come on, Mac. We haven't been on a date since…well ever really," he realized. Mac pulled a face. "You told me you were worried that we would get so wrapped up in being parents, we would forget to be a couple. Let's remember to be a couple tonight, the last night before we are full time parents."

"Harm…" Although he made a good point, she still wasn't convinced.

"Everything is ready for tomorrow. Please, just dinner," he pleaded. Mac stared up at him, knowing she was going to lose this one. How could she say no when he was looking at her like that? All wide eyed and soft, that grin that did funny things to her insides.

"Ok, but my fifteen minutes starts now, not eighty seven seconds ago when you walked in," she relented finally. "Tell me how it went with your staff today?"

"It went ok. Only a couple of people talked to me after the announcement, but there were a lot of whispers when I left. Maybe my few days of leave will help them process," he sighed.

"Coates said you did a good job," Mac mentioned

"You talked to Coates?"

"We text," Mac shrugged. Harm rolled his eyes. "I like knowing someone has your six when I'm not around."

"Tell me about Morgan?" he requested.

"Same as yesterday, just waiting for his supplies to arrive so we can bring him home," her eyes went watery at the thought of finally having their baby home with them. It had been a long six weeks. Harm hooked an arm around her waist and tucked her into his side. She smiled gratefully.

"You decided what outfit you're bringing him home in?" He hardly cared, but it had been a major conversation between Mac and his mother and any other woman she came in contact with. It mattered to Mac, so it mattered to him.

"That's a surprise," Mac grinned mischievously.

"Fair enough," Harm shrugged. "Am I free to go change or would you like the rest of your fifteen minutes?"

"You change, I'll talk," she compromised, leading him to their bedroom.

While Harm tugged on a sweater and jeans, Mac filled him in on the latest updates about Morgan's adoption hearing. They'd been granted a waiver to move the hearing, but the logistics of getting a US adoption judge to London would take time and increased court costs.

"It'll all come together, soon enough," he assured her.

"Even if it puts us in debt for years to come," she replied, not disheartened, but determined.

"We won't have to go into debt," Harm chuckled. He needed to sit down with her and lay out his full financial situation. He was by no means independently wealthy, but he did have a trust fund Frank had set up for him that he'd hardly touched. It had more than enough money to cover whatever Morgan may need. But that conversation was for another night. Fifteen minutes had passed and he was taking his wife on a date. "You ready?"

"And where are you taking me?" she asked, bounding to his side and hooking her arm through his.

"A place called The Ivy. Off the beaten path and apparently has a beautiful garden terrace," he made a funny face as he said the word "terrace".

"Sounds romantic," she chuckled.

"I thought so," he agreed.

It was romantic. Despite the crowd, the thick ivy and flowering plants made their table feel intimate. They'd finished their meals and were picking their way through dessert. Harm set his chin in his hand, studying his wife from across the table. Not for the first time that thought caught him off guard. Sarah Mackenzie, his wife. He chuckled at himself.

"What?" Mac wondered, blushing under his gaze.

"Just looking at you," he grinned. "We missed our one month anniversary," he noted after a beat.

Mac narrowed her eyes, pondering that thought. "Is that something we would have celebrated?" she asked. She was only half joking. Regardless of the fact that they were bringing their son home in the morning, they still had only been a couple for six weeks. They were still figuring it all out.

"I don't know," he half shrugged, lifting his head from his hand and leaning back in his chair. "Everything with you just kind of manifests. There's no beginning, it all just suddenly is."

"How very philosophical of you," she teased.

"How long has it been since someone used one of our names without the other?" Harm challenged. Mac considered his question. With the exception of a few obvious gaps, they were partnered constantly. Even while they were apart people couldn't keep from reminiscing about old times. She chuckled, realizing he was right. "Harm and Mac are just Rabb and Mackenzie with wedding rings," he quirked an eyebrow at her.

"So then we don't celebrate?" Mac brought him back to the original question.

"Mac, I celebrate every day I wake up with you next to me," he admitted, setting his hand, palm up on the table.

Heat blazed across her cheeks. She still wasn't used to him being so open with his feelings. She set her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.

"Too much for a first date?" he laughed.

"No, it's perfect," she sent him a watery smile.

"Dance with me?" Harm tilted his head towards a small tiled dance floor in the corner of the terrace.

Mac stepped into her husband's arms and tucked herself against him. He was right, their being together manifested long before they were actually together. She couldn't remember a time when he wasn't her safe haven. Her first phone call.

She let her head fall to his shoulder as he lead her around the dance floor. She was glad she allowed him to talk her into date night. Just as their lives had changed completely six weeks ago, it would turn upside down again in the morning. There would be little time for just them once they had Morgan home so she was grateful for this night with him.

Similarly, Harm's mind wandered briefly to the days ahead. Moments like this would be few and far between. Morgan would take up most of their time and energy. Mac would handle it was the same grace she handled everything and would be quick to find a balance. He on the other hand would be slower, but he'd follow her lead until he figured it out.

"Come in for a landing," Mac's voice whispered just below his ear. The song had stopped and they were the only couple left on the floor.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Sorry. Just thinking about how much I've enjoyed tonight."

"It's not over yet," she replied with a cheeky grin.

Mac had divested him of his sweater and t-shirt before he even got the front door locked behind them. With one hand she tugged his head down for a fierce kiss, the other she shoved down the front of his jeans.

"Mac…" he panted. "We'll never make it upstairs." His fingers encircled her wrist, gently extracting her hand from his boxers. However, the slide of her fingers against his sensitive cock as he did so nearly made his knees buckle. Mac chuckled as she saw his whole body flinch. Her dark eyes danced with mirth. "Go on, upstairs," he ordered, swatting her ass. She sent a scandalized look back over her shoulder but did as she was told. Harm followed quickly after her, shaking his head. How had she managed to stay completely dressed?

However, it didn't last. She was completely naked by the time they made it up the stairs, having thrown most of her clothing back at Harm as she went. He dropped it all in a pile by the bedroom door, adding his own pants before he reached for her. She went willing into his arms, somehow managing to slide her entire body against his as she hooked her arms around his shoulders, pulling a needy groan from him. He buried his face against her neck, nipping and kissing a line from her ear to her collar bone. He reached down and scooped her up off the floor and carried her to the bed.

Mac pulled him down on top of her, their lips meeting in searing kiss. Harm's urgency sent his hand wandering between them, intent on finding the apex of her thighs. She arched against him as he slid two fingers inside her. He groaned at the feel of her wet heat.

"Harm…" she mewled. His hand fell away as he shifted his weight to press into her. Mac hooked her legs around his hips, pulling him in further. They quickly found their rhythm, Mac's hips meeting him thrust for thrust. Harm brought one hand to the headboard for leverage as his pace increased, chasing every needy noise Mac made as he pushed her closer to her orgasm.

She clenched around him, her head thrown back against the mattress and his name on her lips. He would never get tired of watching her like this, knowing he could give her that pleasure. With a few final errant thrusts he followed her to his own release.

"So do you think we're ready for tomorrow?" Mac asked later. Their satiated bodies were pressed together in the darkness, both drowsy but their minds too full of anticipation to nod off.

"Not at all," Harm snorted, his laugh ghosting against Mac's cheek.

"You're probably right," she agreed with a soft giggle.

"But it's going to be great either way," he assured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She hummed softly in agreement, curling closer to him.