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Harm rolls his eyes at his wife. As he reaches over to tickle her, he says, "I think I prefer the overalls personally."
Mac, still giggling, both from her own comment, and the fact that he is attempting to tickle her replies, "Harm, the overalls are a practicality, not a fashion statement. They have little snaps on the side that allow you to adjust the waistline as you get bigger. They are beyond comfortable. Although I'm not sure that Bud or Tiner would truly appreciate how wonderful they feel. The only time that guys seem to wear overalls is doing some form of construction project."
Harm continues on his mission, even as she repeatedly tries to swat his hand away, "I have never worn overalls doing any construction project! It's not my fault you look adorable in them. Your hair is long enough now, we could even put you in pigtails."
Mac scoffs, "Harm! I am too old for pigtails!"
Harm gives her a full flyboy smile, "Nah, it would be the perfect picture. Set in early fall, right as the leaves are turning colors. You, and my Mini-Mac, dressed in matching overalls and pig tails, jumping into a pile of leaves."
Mac smiles, "Hmm, I'll think about it. We'll see how big my belly is at that point."
Harm stands up and gives her a loving kiss as he affectionately rubs her belly. "You look absolutely beautiful whether you are a size four, or nine months pregnant."
Mac reaches her hand up to cup his cheek, "You have a biased opinion, counselor."
Harm takes her hand and gives the inside of her wrist a small kiss, delighted in the shiver that runs through her body at his action. "Yes, I do, and it will never change. I love you, Sarah."
Mac steals one more kiss, "I love you too, Harm. Now go get our little boy and have some quality daddy and son time. I need to get back in the courtroom."
Harm chuckles, "Ok, don't be too hard on Lt. England this afternoon."
Mac scowls, "I make no promises! I expect a full progress report on your progress with Matthew later tonight."
Harm turn to walk away, "Aye, Aye Ma'am!"
Mac swats his six, "Go sailor!"
Harm leaves his wife's chambers with a smile on his face. He really doesn't want to lose his good mood by stopping by the General's office to inform him of the incident with Lt. England, but duty calls. Once he is sure that Mac has reconvened court, he heads to the General's office. Petty Office Quinn, the General's yeoman, informs Captain Rabb that the General had been summoned to the SecNav's office. Harm leaves a message asking the General to call him at his earliest convenience. PO Quinn says, "Got it, Sir. Does this have anything to with Lt. England, Sir?"
Harm raises his eyebrow, amazed at how quickly scuttlebutt travels at JAG. However, Tiner was in the room, so that explains part of it, "Why would you ask that, Petty Officer?"
PO Quinn stumbles, "I'm sorry, Sir. That was out of line. I just heard what happened in the courtroom, and Lt. England had come to me requesting an immediate audience with the General. I had to leave to get a cup of coffee. I couldn't hear the words being exchanged, but the General was not a happy camper."
Harm chuckles, "Petty Officer, if you happen to hear any more rumors, please do what you can to squash them. I don't want to have to dress down anyone else for adding more fuel to the fire, or for disrespecting a senior officer."
PO Quinn says, "Understood, Sir. Enjoy your afternoon with your son."
Harm smiles, "Thank you, I will." As he walks away, he silently wonders if he will be on the receiving end of the General's wrath as well. He really should have handled the situation in private, but he was pissed! Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time he has ticked off his Commanding Officer, and he is sure it probably won't be the last either. Shaking those thoughts off, he exits the bullpen and heads to the elevator for what will hopefully be a fruitful and fun afternoon.
Harm stops by the gas station to fill up the tank of his SUV, and picks up a couple of different bags of supplies on his way to retrieve Matthew from daycare.
When he arrives at the child care center, he isn't even standing at the door a full minute before a whirlwind has made its way across the room and attached himself to Harm's leg. "Early, Daddy?"
Harm reaches down and hoists his son up onto his hip, giving him a little tickle. "Yes, Matthew, I'm picking you up early. I figured you and I could have some one on one guy time before we have to pick your sister up from school."
Matthew gives a little giggle, "Mama?"
Harm replies, "Your mom is still at work. It will just be you and me for the afternoon."
Matthew gives a little grin as he looks up at his dad, "Ice Cream?"
Harm gives Matt's tummy another little tickle as he asks animatedly, "Ice Cream? Hmm. I'll make you a deal, you work on going big boy potty with me this afternoon, and I will take you and Trisha for ice cream when we pick her up. I'll leave a message for your mom too, that way we can see if she is able to meet us." This boy may be a spitting image of his father, but his appetite is all his mom. Harm only hopes that he inherited her metabolism as well.
Matthew frowns, "No potty."
Harm gives Matt a stern look, "No potty, no ice cream. I promise I will try to make it fun."
Matthew pouts for a moment, and then quietly says, "Ok, I try."
Harm smiles, "That's my boy. Let's get going. The quicker we accomplish what we need to, the sooner we can get ice cream."
