A/N: I really despise insomnia. It is storming to beat the band here with roaring thunder, bright lightning, and little hail pellets hitting the window next to my bed. Good news is, you all get another update!
Mac is sprawled across the bed in an open silk robe and panty set, while her thoughtful husband massages her slightly bulging tummy and her thighs with cocoa butter. She has always moisturized before bed every evening, but she switches to this when she is pregnant in an effort to keep down stretch marks. She barely has any to show from her first two pregnancies, thanks to her great genes. However, she doubts that she will be as lucky this time so she is trying to get ahead of the curve. Harm's hands are alternating between making small circles and long smooth strokes, making sure he gets the lotion into every tiny hidden crevice.
He touches one place directly below her hipbone and she nearly kicks him in the head. He raises his eyebrow at her, and she chuckles "I'm sorry, it tickles."
Harm, feeling slightly mischievous, moves his hands over the same territory, trying to see if he can elicit the same response. He finally catches her again in the right location, and she yanks her leg back and then proceeds to wrap it around his middle. She then flips them over until she is straddling him. She raises her brow in challenge "Are you absolutely sure you want to play this game?"
His response is to pick the tube of lotion back up, squirt some in his hands, place his hands behind her, and dips them below her panty line starting his massage all over again, this time on her firm behind.
Mac leans over and rests her head on his chest, "This feels nice. You want to be my masseuse every night?"
Harm chuckles, "I though I already was. I distinctly remember giving massages when needed being included in our wedding vows. If someone else has been giving you massages, I don't want to know about it. Especially it they are doing it on your bare skin, if I hear about that I just might have to hurt someone."
Mac smiles against his chest, "The only ones other than you are those overgrown butch ladies named Alexa, Olga, and Helga at the spa your mom treats me to. Yes, they are done on my bare skin, usually with oil, but the only thing it does for me is loosen my muscles. I have a no male masseuse rule unless it's my husband."
As he begins smoothing his strokes across her back, her lower body instinctively starts rocking against his. Trying to think about anything other than the way her body is moving against his, he asks, "So what did Admiral Morris have to say?"
Hearing the name of her superior officer does the trick, Mac stops moving and just rests against Harm's chest. She smiles, "It was pretty funny actually. His eyes about popped out of his head when I told him we were expecting triplets. I haven't seen his eyes that wide since the babies' father pumped his ceiling full of bullet holes."
Harm groans at the memory. One of these days he will have to figure out how to erase that particular mistake out of the JAG database and figure out how to sprinkle memory dust over everyone who knows about it so it will stop coming back to bite him in the ass.
Mac continues, "He was extremely supportive, and told me to make sure that I took it easy, and to let him know if I was feeling off in anyway." She lifts her head to look at him with a devilish twinkle in her eye, "And much to poor Lt. England's dismay, I am under orders to start taking breaks at least once every forty-five minutes whether I feel I need to or not. He doesn't want me throwing up or fainting in the courtroom because I haven't had time to take care of myself. He told me in no uncertain terms that my health and the care of these babies comes before the speed of justice being served."
Mac can feel the laughter in Harm's chest before it actually comes of out her mouth, "Oh, she's going to love that! I guess I'd better warn the General before she starts complaining again. On the other hand, I completely agree with Admiral Morris."
Mac slides off to the side of him, and props her cheek on her open palm, "Of course you do, you're both too overprotective for your own good. So, what did Creswell have to say?"
Harm turns of his side and mirrors her position. He smirks, "First of all, we are never allowing the General to baby-sit."
Mac laughs, "Why is that?"
Harm answers, "He mentioned that we could send the kids over so that he could make them fit to defy us both and join the Air Force."
Mac drops her jaw as she exclaims, "He did not!"
Harm give her a full flyboy grin, "Actually, yes he did. And that was my reaction too. He also suggested that we get a puppy."
Mac looks at Harm like he is nuts, "Have you lost your mind?"
Harm shrugs his shoulder and playfully inquires, "What?".
Mac argues, "What do you mean, what? Don't play naïve with me, Sailor. You have clearly lost your mind. We've got two kids with three more on the way, and you want to add a bouncing ball of fluff to our already chaotic life?"
Harm replies, "Yes, it will help keep our current offspring busy. The General mentioned that the kids and the dog will be so busy chasing each other that they will all get tired and flop on the floor together."
Mac raises her brow, "You know what? You don't need to tell Cresswell about my new court schedule. I'll go see him in the morning before court starts myself. Apparently, we need to have a Marine to Marine talk!"
Harm chuckles, "Just don't shoot me, I'm only the messenger."
