The Rabb family is sitting at the dinner table when Matt starts to relate his adventures today with training to his mom. Very proud of himself, he rambles, "Mama, we used pezzels, and Daddy said I was a good boy, and we had lunch, and I took a nap, and then we got ice cream, and we brought you home a treat."
Mac inquires, "Pezzels? What are those?"
Matt slides off his chair, and heads into the kitchen, "I get one, oops, I can't reach."
Harm inwardly groans as Mac follows Matthew into the kitchen. Matthew points up to the top of the counter, "Up there."
Mac lifts Matthew up so that he can see, and he reaches for the bag of pretzels that Harm had placed there when they were done practicing, "Pezzels."
Mac smiles at her little boy, "Pretzels! Ok you, let's go finish dinner."
After she sets Matthew back in his chair, she raises an eyebrow at Harm, and shakes her head in disbelief. Her eyes tell him that they will definitely be talking about this later.
They are midway through dinner when Matthew asks Mac, "Mama? Can you teach Daddy the right way to make cheese?"
Mac looks at Harm with a question in her eyes.
Harm responds, "I made him a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, and apparently, I didn't cut it the right way."
Understanding, Mac ruffles Matthew's hair, "Did Daddy make triangles instead of squares?"
Matt replies, "Uh huh, and there were only two instead of four."
Mac smiles, "Ok, I will make sure Daddy knows how Mommy does it, so that he gets it right the next time."
Harm raises his eyebrows to his hairline at her response, with a twinkle in his eyes. Inwardly thinking, "I'll show her the right way to do things, just as soon as the kids go to bed!"
After both the children have been tucked in, and had story time for the night, Harm and Mac retire to their bedroom.
Mac immediately tells him, "We have a few things to discuss, Harm."
Harm looks down, thinking, 'Ut oh, I'm in more trouble than I thought.'
Mac walks over to him, voice slightly raised, "Did you call me the 'little woman' earlier?"
Harm blushes a deep crimson as he ekes, "um, maybe." He wonders how in the world she heard about that.
Mac isn't really angry, but isn't willing to let him off the hook just yet, "I overhead Bud telling CDR Iverson about you securing early, and I quote, 'I don't think the little woman would be too happy if I forgot to mention that to her.' Do you have a death wish, Flyboy?"
He counters, "At least I didn't say the ball and chain."
Mac punches him in the arm, "Harm!"
Harm reaches for her hands, in part to keep her from injuring him further, as he tells her, "I love you, Sarah."
Mac smiles up at him, with a twinkle in her eye, "That's better! I better never overhear those phrases out of your mouth again!"
Harm gives her a full flyboy grin, "But you didn't hear those phrases out of MY mouth, Counselor. I believe that would fall under the hearsay rule."
She yanks her hands away, and whacks him again on principle! "Semantics, Harm and you know it! At least now I know why you really sent the flowers."
He smiles, "You wound me, Mac. I sent the flowers only to cheer you up, not because of anything that I forgot I even said. And you know that you love me anyway, even if I do have a habit of sticking my size thirteen shoe in my mouth."
Mac shrugs her shoulders, "Eh..most of the time."
Harm grabs her around the waist, and holds her firm against him, "Just most of the time, huh? I'll have to remember that the next time I think of sending flowers."
She leans up, and gives him a soft kiss before relenting, "Ok, I love you all the time. I just don't always like you."
Harm grins mischievously, "Well, since you already don't like me, I might as well do this," as reaches down to her middle section, and starts tickling her sides.
She tries to get away, but she only succeeds in maneuvering them closer to the bed, which they end up falling onto sideways, both laughing.
Once they have settled back down, they are laying side by side, facing each other on the bed when Mac inquires, "You put pretzels in the toilet?"
Harm chuckles, "Yes…he needed something to aim at. What is wrong with that?"
Mac exclaims, "Clogging the toilet perhaps?"
Harm rolls his eyes, "Mac… I do know how to use a plunger, and a snake, and how to flush the line if I needed to. However, I was hoping they would disintegrate on their own. They must have been stale."
Mac laughs, "Didn't happen, did it?"
He shakes his head sheepishly, "No, I had to use the plunger, which was in the other bathroom by the way. I've already determined I will need to add a new rule to the training poster, 'Always have a plunger handy'. At least Matthew stayed still while he was laughing at me. He got a big kick out of us plugging the toilet."
Mac laughs, "You can add 'NO Food in the bathroom' as well."
Harm fusses, "Mac, we were having a good time, I'm not adding the 'no food' part, as his aim is definitely improving using it. We used onions too, and those didn't clog the toilet! Well, at least it was a good time until I high fived him, and he uttered some god forsaken phrase."
Her curiosity piqued, she inquires, "What did he say?"
Harm shakes his head, "Nope, not getting it out of me, Marine."
Mac rolls over on top of him, straddling his waist, and proceeds to run her hands down his chest until she reaches his waistband, daringly reaching down to caress him for just a second before moving her hands back up. She starts undoing the buttons of his shirt from the bottom, and scrapes her fingernails against his exposed abdominal muscles as she places soft kisses on his pulse point. "I have my ways, Sailor."
Harm is more than slightly dazed by the time her fingers have reached his upper chest, "You can have me any way you would like, Sarah, but my mouth is staying closed."
She brings her lips up to his, and uses her tongue to lightly run along the seam of his lower lip before she lightly nips at it. Harm's lips part involuntarily, and she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his. As the kiss comes to a close, she taunts, "Your mouth seems to open just fine."
Realizing he needs to get his wife as dimwitted as he is, he starts running his fingers along her lower spine, and then up to the sides of her breasts, his fingers just lightly grazing them. As she starts to shiver, he runs his hands back down, and takes both sides of her sweater and lifts it over her head. Wrapping his arms completely around her, his lips meet hers in a devastating kiss. The rest of this conversation, and the fact that he needed to talk to her about announcing the pregnancy, is forgotten for the night as they lose themselves in each other.
