A/N: Sorry, it's been far too long since I last updated this one. My sincerest apologies. I hate it when you write ahead, and then can't figure out the middle sections. In case we haven't realized from the other story updates, I can't get a certain song out of my head right now.


Harm is sitting in his office, waiting for his wife to call when he looks up to find Bud tapping on the side of his door.

Harm looks up, smiling the same grin he has had plastered on his face all morning, and queries, "What can I do for you Bud?"

Bud glances down at the stack of multiple files he is carrying and replies, "Well Sir, I just wanted to go over the budget with you when you have time. I did finish the facilities portions like you asked, and I fine-tuned a few other pieces as well. I just wanted to run everything by you before we brief it out to the General."

Harm takes a quick glance at the clock, and figures it will be at least another half an hour before his Marine takes a break, her bladder permitting of course. He tells Bud, "Sure, come on in, and close the hatch."

They spend the next forty-five minutes going over all of Bud's changes, and Harm is impressed. Bud would do great with all the Administrative tasks it takes to be the JAG, definitely not the type of stuff Harm ever wants to deal with. Bud, like most everyone else in the office, has noticed that Harm has been sporting a shit-eating grin all day long. And it hasn't dissipated, even going over the most boring thing in the world of the annual budget. As Bud is putting all the files in order he decides to inquire, thinking he knows what is behind the glow, but wanting to verify the facts. He asks, "Sir, if you don't mind my asking, are you and the Colonel expecting again?"

Harm knows he should wait to make any announcements, even to their friends, without Mac's consent, but Bud, unlike his wife, is capable of keeping a secret.

Harm places his index finger up to his lips and mutely nods his head.

Bud's eyes go wide. He always pictured the Captain and Colonel as such strait-laced people. He can't believe that they are going to be expecting another little one. I mean yes, Matthew is at the potty-training stage, and Trisha is in elementary school, but he still didn't expect them to be having multiple kids as fast as him and Harriet did. After the way Harm had behaved in Australia, he actually thought Harm was more of a prude than the playboy persona that most fighter jocks rightly earned with their dress whites and gold wings.

Harm looks at Bud and chuckles, "Don't look at me like that Mr. Roberts, you have several young children yourself! You know darn well how it happened."

Bud turns several shades of red before stuttering, "I know Sir, it's just..you guys are my mentors, the perfect examples of good order and discipline, and I find it hard to imagine the two of you going at it like rabbits."

Harm gives him a wide grin as he chuckles, "What can I say, Bud, she turns me on like Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip."

Bud is stunned speechless for several moments. The mental image of that was definitely something he didn't need to view. When he finally can clear his throat and find his voice again, he stammers, "I really didn't need to know that, Sir."

Harm just chuckles at poor Bud. Harm hasn't seen him this this far off his game in quite a long time. He will have to remember that the next time they have to square off in court, not that it occurs very often anymore. He tells him, "You're right Bud. I never said a word. But next time we have a discussion like this, we need to do it over beers, not in the office!"

Bud still feels like a parent who caught their kid making out in the backseat of a car. Still thoroughly flustered, he responds, "Of Course, Sir. I'm Sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

Harm pats Bud on the back, "Don't worry about it, Bud. Just don't breathe a word yet, to anyone, ESPECIALLY Harriet. We will be making the announcement soon enough, but not until my wife says its time."

Bud proceeds to open Harm's door, just as Harm's phone starts ringing, "Don't worry Sir, I won't breathe a word to anyone."

Harm catches the phone mid second ring, and just as he picks it up, the receiver falls out of his hands, "Rabb, Dang It!"

The sultry voice on the other end says, "Oh, I must have dialed the wrong number. My Petty Officer mentioned that there was a rather good-looking man who left me a message to call him when I got a break, but I wasn't looking for a rabbit."

Harm chuckles, "Ha, Ha! Very funny, Colonel. It's odd that you should mention bunnies since Bud and I were just talking about them."

Mac, her curiosity peaked, inquires, "What?"

Harm replies, "Well, apparently I have been extra smiley today, and Bud decided to call me on it. Then, he got thoroughly embarrassed by my response, so I guess that makes us even."

Mac chuckles, "Oh, so that's why Tiner was so bubbly in court and giving me knowing looks. Although, Lt. England didn't seem to share in that mood, she looked rather pissy when she came to my chambers to apologize for her behavior before court this morning. You have been advertising that you got lucky this morning, huh Captain?"

Harm sheepishly replies, "Not knowingly, Mac. You know that I wouldn't blatantly spell that out for everyone. But, in my defense, my wife was a little over zealous this morning. Not that I am complaining in the least. You can feel free to use me as a tool for your pleasure any time you want."

Mac decides to turn the tables on him. She whispers seductively, "Well, court doesn't reconvene until I say it does, so how about you come to my chambers for lunch?"

Harm goes to sit in his chair to hide his very visible immediate reaction to her suggestion and nearly falls on his keister. He squeaks, "In the office Mac? Are you trying to get us both court-martialed?"

She chuckles, "Not at all Harmon. I ordered Chinese. So, get your butt up here and eat lunch with your wife. We'll save dessert for later at home. I'll see you in five minutes." She hangs up the phone, not waiting for him to answer. She figures she will see him in about ten to fifteen minutes, depending on how long it takes him to recover from her suggestive teasing.