A/N: I've got a Disney thing going on this week…don't mind me. I don't own any of their characters, although I sometimes wish I did. I promise not to dress Harm up as Elsa and have him belt out Let It Go. Watching Channing Tatum do that was embarrassing enough! However, pretty much anything else is fair game. I was in need of some humor, hope my readers find this enjoyable as well.


Harm comes back down to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a blue polo. He hands the kids pot holders to put on the table to set their pizza trays on and paper plates. The pot holders were handmade by Harm's grandmother. The last trip up to the family farm, Sarah had begun teaching Trisha how to make them. She wasn't able to finish one of her own before they left, that will happen on the next family trip up there. In the meantime, she loves using Great Grandma's as often as possible. Once the kids are scurrying off to the dining room, Harm whispers in Mac's ear, "Everything go okay with Admiral Morris?"

She squeezes his hand, "It went great, I'll tell you about it after the kids are in bed."

Harm nods his agreement. They both thoroughly enjoy the few hours they get to spend with their offspring after sometimes very long days at the office. At least Mac has more regular hours since she moved over to the bench. Harm's schedule has settled down too, most of the time. But he still gets called away for investigations a bit more often than he would like. They tend to focus their attention on their kids for the time that they have together as a family, and leave the more adult discussions for after the children are in bed. It works fairly well, except for when their bodies take over and conversations end up forgotten until morning. Not that either of them mind, but it has occasionally gotten them into trouble.

Harm and Mac both carry two trays each to the table and set them down on the potholders. Harm heads back to the kitchen to grab the garlic bread, a few pizza slicers, and a spatula. Mac tells Matthew and Trisha, "Do not touch your pizza yet, they just came out of the oven and they are too hot. Dad will be back in just a minute to cut them up and move them to your plates."

Harm returns with a regular pizza cutter that he hands to Mac to cut the kids' and a stainless-steel rocker blade with wooden handles that he uses to cut his and Mac's. He finds the blade much easier to cut through the thicker bread than an ordinary pizza slicer does.

Once he is finished cutting and serving, and everyone has pizza on their plates, Harm asks Trisha, "So how was school today?

Mac chuckles as Trisha responds, "It was great!"

Mac explains, "Your daughter has been going on and on about the Jungle Book since I picked her up. Her teacher is apparently reading it to them in class, and she wants to know if we can watch it tonight."

Harm looks at his daughter pointedly, "That's a no. It's a school night. In fact I'm not even sure we have a copy of that movie."

Trisha replies matter of factly, "Yes, we do, mom rented it."

Harm shoots Mac a look that clearly asks, "You caved?" Mac's response is simply a shrug of her shoulders.

Harm tells Trisha, "We don't have enough time to watch it before bath and bedtime. I also have serious doubts that the movie is suitable for your brother to be watching just yet."

Trisha whines, pleading, "Please, Dad. We don't have to watch the whole movie. We can watch just a little tonight and then some more tomorrow night. Matthew won't get scared, he likes dragons."

This time, Mac replies, "Sweetie, I know he likes dragons, but I agree with your dad, I don't think the movie is appropriate for him. I don't want to be up with him all night if he has nightmares."

Trisha pouts, knowing she will have better luck swaying her father than her mother, "But Dad!"

Harm responds sternly, "I said no young lady, and so did your mother. If you want to watch it on movie night for the one the three of us watch after Matthew has gone to bed, I'm ok with that. But we are not watching it tonight."

Trisha offers an alternative, "Can we watch the Sing-Along Version then? It's only a half hour long and Matt can sing along too. There are a bunch of other songs on there as well. I really want to see the bear and the panther and the boy."

Harm rolls his eyes, "Negotiating, already are you?"

Trisha says, "You and mom do it all the time."

Mac laughs, "She does have a point there, Harm."

Knowing he is fighting a losing battle against two pair of chocolate sad eyes, he relents, "Fine, we can watch it after you guys have had your baths in place of story time tonight."

Dinner finished, and the kids bathed and in their pajama's, the Rabb family sprawls out on the couch to watch the Sing Along video.

Matt, completely curled up in Mac's lap, starts falling asleep during the third song on the video. Harm reaches over, "I'll take him up, and then I am going to get ready for a shower."

Mac inquires, "You're taking a shower tonight?"

Harm responds, "Yeah, back is acting up a little. I thought running some hot water might ease it a little."

Mac asks, "Are you sure you want to carry Matthew upstairs then? I can handle it."

Harm leans over and kisses her, "You are carrying enough of our children right now. I can manage Matthew. It's not spasming, it's just a little stiff. I'll see you after Trisha goes to bed."

Mac smiles, and whispers, "If it doesn't help, I can give you a massage too.". She looks over to her daughter, who is dancing in front of the television to a Cinderella song, and says, "Trisha, come tell dad goodnight. He is taking Matthew up now and I'll stay down here and finish the video with you."

Trisha walks over and rolls her eyes at her sleeping brother. She makes the offhanded remark, "Leave it to a boy to fall asleep during Cinderella. They just don't know anything about good movies." She looks up at Harm, "Goodnight, Daddy, I love you. Thank you for letting me watch this tonight."

Harm ruffles Trisha's hair, "You're welcome. I love you too sweetheart. Do not give your mother any trouble tonight. When the video is done, you are to brush your teeth and get in bed."

Trisha executes a mock salute, "Yes, Sir," before turning back to her video.

Harm places Matthew in his toddler bed, and Matt only stirs long enough to wrap his arm around his Toothless plush. Harm chuckles, silently wondering if his son is someday going to design a fighter plane that resembles a dragon. Harm pulls Matt's fleece blanket sprinkled with various aircraft over him to cover him for the night and kisses his forehead whispering, "Goodnight my little Sailor," before heading to his own room to unwind.

Downstairs, Trisha has curled back up with her mother on the couch. A few songs further into the video and her eyelids are beginning to droop by the end of "I Wanna Be Like You." Mac hits the stop button on the remote for the video, and places an arm under Trisha, "Come on sweetie. Let's get your teeth brushed and get you to bed."

Trisha looks up sleepily, "Okay mom. I wish we could have watched the whole movie, but thanks for letting me watch this tonight. I really like Baloo and King Louie."

Mac chuckles, "We'll be able to watch the movie in a few days."

Mac and Trisha walk hand in hand up the stairs and finish the before bedtime routine. Trisha starts falling asleep while brushing her teeth, and Mac has to fish her toothbrush out of the sink. Mac hands her a cup to rinse her mouth out and dries off her face with a towel before leading her to her bedroom. Trisha is out like a light the minute her head hits the pillow. Mac tucks her in, kisses her goodnight, and goes to check on her sailor.

Mac furrows her brow as she closes her bedroom door behind her. She doesn't hear the shower running, but she does hear some faint humming coming from the walk-in closet. As she moves closer to the sound, the tune becomes clearer, and she pauses in the doorway laughing at her husband.

Harm gives her a flyboy grin, and inquires, "What?"

Mac shakes her head as she moves back, "Nothing Harm. And here I thought you didn't want to watch the video at all."

Harm passes by her, strutting his stuff like Baloo, removing the towel wrapped around his waist as he changes from humming to singing, "Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife."

Mac picks up the towel, and pulls it back and snaps it against Harm's bare behind before following him into the bathroom.

She strips out of her own clothes, and closes the glass door of the shower. Harm lightly chuckles at his intruder, "You crashing my shower, Marine?"

Mac smiles, "Well Sailor, you have some bare necessities that I just can't live without."