Mac finishes washing her hair, and steps to get out of the shower. She leans back in, and gives Harm one last kiss as she tells him, "Sorry about the cold water, Sailor, but at least it is for a good cause this time."

Harm gives her a full flyboy grin, "I will gladly deal with a cold shower any morning that I can wake up to what we just shared."

Mac smiles, as she grabs her bathrobe off the hook, "I'll go get the kids started, while you finish up in here. You have to be to work before I do this morning."

Harm grunts, "Don't remind me. Does that offer to stay home all day still stand?"

Mac chuckles, "Nope! You have to go play nice with the General."

As she walks out the door, she hears Harm mumble, "It's not the General I don't want to see."

Mac heads into Trisha's room first. She finds her daughter already out of bed and starting to get dressed. She thinks to herself, 'That's my little Marine.' She gives her a hug, and tells her, "Good morning honey. I'm going to get your brother, and then we can have breakfast. What do you want this morning?"

Trisha's response is muffled by her pulling her shirt over her head, but it sounded like something resembling "Daddy's Pancakes."

Mac tells her, "Ok honey. I'll go pull dad out of the shower so he can start them."

Trisha exclaims, "Mom, you can't go in there when he is taking a shower, he's naked!"

Mac clamps her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. Ah, to have the innocence of a six-year-old mind. She won't tell her daughter how nice Daddy looks naked, or that she is looking forward to seeing him that way again very, very soon. She smiles, and responds, "You're right, how silly of me. I'll just yell through the bedroom door."

She stops by the master bedroom on her way to Matthew's room, and opens the door a fraction. She sees her husband standing in front of the sink, shaving, with nothing on, but a navy blue towel wrapped around his waist. How she would love to go in there and pull the towel off and start another round, but, alas, adults have responsibilities that have to be taken care of. She raises her voice slightly, "Harm, get the lead out. Trisha want pancakes for breakfast, and she tells me that I can't come in there when you are naked. I'll get Matthew, you get the batter started."

Harm chuckles to himself once he realizes all of what Mac just said. He rinses his razor off in the sink, and heads to the closet for his uniform. He responds sharply, "Yes, Ma'am." He will have to ask Mac later how him being in his birthday suit came up in conversation with their daughter.

Mac reaches Matthew's room, and her little boy is still sound asleep. She sits down on the bed, and runs her hand through the hair that is sticking out in every direction. He looks so much like his Daddy, even in sleep. She gently rubs his back, "C'mon little man, it's time to get up."

He turns over to look at her with sleep filled eyes, "Still sleepy Mama."

Mac says, "Ok, but if you miss breakfast, you will miss Daddy's pancakes." That is the perfect motivation to get her little boy moving. As he gets out of bed, she wanders over to his dresser, "What do you want to wear today?"

Matthews rushes past her. Mac quickly turns around, "Matt, where are you going?"

Matt yells from just inside the bathroom door, "Potty! Mom, quick, help!."

Mac runs down the hall, "What's the matter?"

Matt is holding himself between his legs, "Need a ring."

Mac quickly looks around the bathroom for something suitable to use, and is completely at a loss until she looks down at her wrist. She removes her ponytail holder and tosses it in the toilet, "There you go."

Matthew quickly drops his shorts and pull up, and proceeds to aim perfectly through the target.

When he is finished going, Mac realizes that his pull up stayed dry throughout the night. She scoops him up, and gives him a bear hug, "That's my big boy. You and dad did make a lot of progress yesterday." She sets him on the footstool in front of the sink, and gives Matthew a high five.

Matt yells, "Oo-rah!"

Mac giggles as she thinks to herself, 'so that's what your Daddy wouldn't tell me.'

Harm enters the kitchen, dressed for work, and gives his little Princess sitting at the table a good morning kiss on the cheek. He asks, "Am I making regular pancakes or shaped ones?"

Trisha gives him a kiss back, "Good morning, Daddy. How about hearts?"

Harm replies, "I can do that." After all, this morning has been all about love. He walks over to the cupboards to start pulling out the necessary ingredients. He checks his watch, and realizes that he will only have time to make the first batch if he doesn't want to be late for his meeting with the General. Mac will have to handle the rest.

Mac enters the kitchen, and sits Matthew down at the table before heading over to help Harm. She steps next to him, and nudges his hip with hers as she whispers in his ear, "Your little clone is going to be a Marine, huh?"

Harm shakes his finger at his son, "You weren't supposed to tell her."

Matthew looks up at his father, "Tell her what?"

Mac smiles, "He didn't. I just gave him a high five, and hoped he would repeat whatever he told you."

Harm snakes his arms around Mac's middle and tells her, "You're sneaky, Marine!"

Mac gives him a quick kiss with a wink, "I told you last night, I have my ways!"

Harm shakes his head at his wife and son, but even the thought of his son growing up to be a Marine won't sour his mood this morning. He only hopes that it is enough to hold him through the meeting with the General and Lt. England.