Harm walks into the house and immediately gets a whiff of fresh focaccia, basil, oregano, and fresh vegetables. He sets his briefcase down by the door, and hangs his cover on a hook before walking into the kitchen to greet his family. They really are doing homemade pizzas for dinner. Everything they are making is from scratch; the dough, the sauce, and almost all the toppings are straight from their garden. He walks into the kitchen to find several different choices. There is a rosemary and olive oil focaccia dough covered in banana peppers and olives that he assumes is his. There is a second rosemary and olive oil focaccia dough covered with homemade marina sauce, sausage, and pepperoni which he concludes is his wife's. There are two thin crust pizzas, one with alfredo sauce, chicken, and broccoli which is likely Trisha's, and the other one is homemade marinara sauce, loads of mixed shredded cheese, and pepperoni that should belong to Matthew. He says hello to both Trisha and Matt before making his way over to his wife to give her a proper hello with a kiss. He remarks, "Everything looks wonderful, what can I do to help?

Mac replies, "I think everything is just about prepared to go into the oven. The kids helped me bake the dough, thankfully without a flour tornado this time! I put the sauces on, and then let them choose which toppings they wanted to add. I added Banana Peppers and Olives to yours, but feel free to add anything else. Ours will take a few extra minutes to bake then theirs will as they have thinner crusts. If you are fine with what we have here, why don't you go change, and I'll put the pizzas in the oven. They shouldn't take any more than ten minutes to cook.

Harm replies, "It all looks great. I'll just change into comfortable clothes and be back down to help you set the table."

He makes his way upstairs to their bedroom remembering his surprise when Mac had agreed to letting him plant a sizeable garden in their backyard. While Harm had grown herbs in the windowsill of his loft for years, a habit he picked up after telling Mac he didn't have any plants to water when he left to go flying, he hadn't actually grown any fruits or vegetables himself until after they had moved in the house. Besides the limited space, he was just gone too often to properly take care of them. Her rationale for allowing it had been, "Eventually we are going to have kids, and you are going to force them to eat vegetables, so they might as well come from a garden that I know hasn't been sprayed with numerous insecticides."

She quickly realized that fresh fruit and vegetables from their own garden tasted much better than anything she had ever bought in the store, including organic ones. She often mixes several juices and sauces from their crop. She even found a green recipe that both her and Harm actually like. Even more surprising is that both Matthew and Trisha like to help their father with the garden. Trisha seems to thoroughly enjoy planting different seeds, watching them grow, and picking them off their stems or vines when they are ready. She loves snacking on freshly picked green beans. While Trisha helps her dad, Matthew has just finally reached the stage where he doesn't think dirt is to eat. Although him eating dirt isn't nearly as bad as the time a few months ago when Harm had to dig up and replant a section of the garden due to Matthew's antics.

***Flashback to a few months ago***

Harm was showing Trisha how to pick the cherry tomatoes off the vine without pricking herself, while Matthew was sitting in the patch next to them patting dirt and then bringing up his hands to lick his fingers. Harm walked over to the edge of the garden to grab a basket for the collected tomatoes, and when he turned his back toward his kids, Matthew was standing up with his pants around his ankles, watering the seeds Harm had just planted. Trisha clasped her hand over her mouth to hide her giggles, and Matthew was swaying back and forth, laughing, making sure he watered all of what they had just packed in the ground.

Harm admonished him, "Matthew, No!" but it was too late. He pulled Matt's pants up, and immediately picked him up and carried him into the house, handing him to Mac, "Your son just peed on my freshly planted pepper seeds."

Mac raised her eyebrow at him, "My son? I think you were the one responsible for potty training, not me. Did you ever happen to mention to him that he couldn't go outside?"

Harm huffs, "No, I didn't, but I didn't tell him he could either."

Mac chuckles, "He probably saw you doing it when we went camping, considering the only available bathroom was a tree or bush. Even though he was still in diapers at the time, it doesn't mean he wasn't observing what you did and learning."

Harm walks back toward the sliding door to go undo the damage done muttering, "Of course, it's all my fault. I wasn't the only one using a tree or bush you know!" Unfortunately, he didn't get any sympathy from his wife as she was still busy laughing while cleaning up what Matthew had managed to spray on his shorts.

He asks, "I in trouble, Mommy?

Mac replies, "No you aren't in trouble, but no more peeing outside, especially on daddy's plants."

Matthews says, "Okay, is Daddy mad?"

Mac tickles Matthew's tummy, "Your father will get over it. He's still a prude sometimes!"

She sets Matthew down at the table with a coloring book, and ducks her head out the sliding door, watching him pull up the dirt and replant. He is sweating something fierce in his tank top and khaki shorts, but man does he look sexy as hell. She calls, "Hey Harm, should I call your mom and ask her how many times you went in the sand?"

Keeping his back to his wife, he walks over to Trisha, who is watering the beans and carrots, and whispers, "Sweetie, can Daddy borrow the hose for a moment?"

Trisha nods, and hands the hose to him, which he turns and sprays directly at his wife in her V-neck white t-shirt until it is soaked through. Mac is trying to shake the water off her arms and wring out the bottom of her shirt as Harm teases, "Mac, What was that about calling my mother?"

Mac grins widely before walking back in the house, "This means war, Sailor!"

Harm walks back over to return the hose to Trisha chuckling the whole way. He thinks to himself 'I rather liked that look on her.'

Trisha places her hands on her hips, and tells him, "Daddy, I think you are going to be in trouble."

Harm tousles her hair, "Nah, I was just helping Mommy cool down."

Trisha relents, "Okay," and continues to water her plants.

Harm finishes replanting all the peppers and has a fine sheen of sweat across his face and his chest. He set the shovel down, wipes his brow with his wrist, and makes the offhanded comment that he's "Hot."

Trisha turns the hose and sprays it straight at her dad's chest then moves down to his shorts. He yells, "Trisha!"

His daughter giggles, "I was just helping you cool off, Daddy."

Harm walks them both back towards the house, and opens the sliding glass door calling to Mac, "Could you bring me a fresh set of clothes please?"

Mac comes around the corner "What's the matter?"

Harm groans, "Like Mother, Like Daughter. Since I cooled you off, she decided to subject me to the same treatment. Now I need dry clothes."

Mac smiles down at Trisha, "That's my girl. And Harm, just remember that you started it! Just go strip out of those in guest bathroom and I will bring you some fresh ones."

***End Flashback***