A/N: For all those that have experienced this, I feel your pain!


Harm is sitting at the breakfast nook with his kids when he hears a loud shriek ring out from upstairs. He quickly says, "Trisha sweetie, please watch your brother for a few minutes, I'll be right back," and runs up the stairs three at a time frantically calling for his wife, but he doesn't receive an answer.

He starts looking in the various rooms with no luck of finding her and is nearly out of breath when he reaches the master bathroom. Thankfully he finds her standing there staring into the mirror with no evidence of bleeding or bruises. He gasps, "Mac, what's wrong? You scared me half to death!"

She pushes her hair behind her ear, and pulls a single strand out between her thumb and index finger. She yelps, "This! This is what's wrong!"

Harm swallows the laugh that is bubbling inside of him as he replies, "Mac, it's hair. I don't think the world is going to collapse."

She bores her eyes into him so hard he might melt into a puddle of blood on the floor. She remarks, "It's a gray hair."

Harm shrugs his shoulders, "So…."

Mac stomps her foot and pouts her lips before exclaiming, "So? I'm barely over forty, I am not supposed to be getting gray hair yet!"

Harm deadpans, "I was around forty when I got my first one. It really isn't a big deal."

Mac looks at him like he is from another planet. Why do men not understand these things? "Yes, but on men it makes you look distinguished, on women it just makes us look old!"

Harm wraps his arms around her pulling her into a tight embrace, "There is nothing old about you."

Mac slides away from him, not wanting to be consoled at the moment. She continues her tirade, "Next thing you know I am going to get wrinkles, and my boobs are going to sag down to my knees."

Trying to wave off her insecurities, Harm chuckles before replying, "That won't happen for a while, Babe. Being pregnant with triplets you will have a built-in shelf to prevent them from doing that."

She gives him that Marine death stares and pokes him in the chest with her finger pushing him towards the door, "Get out! Now!"

Harm heads back downstairs shaking his head. He has no idea what has gotten into her. Yes, she often has mood swings when she is pregnant, but this freaking out is a whole new level for her. For all the times she used to chide him about his lack of being able to let go, she is almost as much of a control freak as he is. He would offer to stop at the store and get some hair dye if he thought it would help the situation, but he figures that would probably just make it worse. His best bet is to give her a little time and space and eventually she will realize how irrational she is being.

He reaches the kitchen and sits back down, rubbing his hand through his hair. Trisha asks, "Is mom okay?"

Harm ruffles her hair, "She's fine sweetie."

Trisha asks, "I only scream like that when I see a snake. There wasn't a snake in the house was there?"

Harm chuckles, "No honey, she just found something in her hair that wasn't to her liking."

Trisha just nods. Her parents act very weird every once in a while, and she doesn't understand why they get upset about half of the things they do. It must be a grown-up thing.

Harm finishes his breakfast and clears the plates from the table, popping a bagel in the toaster for Mac to take to work with her since she won't have time for anything else. He starts to call up to her that they need to leave in five minutes, but she is already coming down the stairs. Harm says, "Okay kids, get your backpacks and head outside. Mom and I will be there in just a minute."

He pulls the honey walnut and sun-dried tomato spreads out of the fridge holding one in each hand. Mac simply points to the honey one and he spreads it over the bagel for her and hands it to her. She merely nods her head in acknowledgement and walks to the front door to grab her briefcase and cover.

Harm places the items back in the fridge and mutely follows behind her. It's going to be one of those days where she gives him the silent treatment until she gets out of her funk. It isn't the first time and he is sure it won't be the last.

They drop the kids off and daycare and school, and Harm and Mac both give each of their children hugs. Mac smiles and tells them, "Have a great day!"

Trisha whispers in her mom's ear, "You too mommy. I don't like bugs in my hair either."

Not a word is spoken on the way to JAG. Harm thinks to himself, 'at least the General will be the one in the line of fire from her ire this morning and not me.'

He parks the SUV in his normal spot at headquarters, and comes around her side to open her door. She gives him that look of death again. He leans down and kisses her cheek, "I know you are upset sweetie, but I still love you. Try to have a good day." Her only response is grabbing her briefcase out of the car and starting her walk towards the front door.

The elevator ride up to Ops is also spent in silence. Harm heads into his office as Mac makes her way towards the General's. Bud hears Harm drop his briefcase on his desk with a loud thump just before he slams his office door. Bud returns his attention to the case file he is working for about fifteen minutes when he realizes he needs a refill on his coffee. He heads into the breakroom and makes two mugs, carries them out, and knocks on Harm's door.

Harm yells, "Enter!"

Bud walks in, finding Harm just leaning back in his chair. He extends one his arms, "Coffee, Sir?"

Harm gives him half a smile, "Thanks, Bud. I really didn't want to venture out there yet."

Bud asks, "What's wrong, Sir?"

Harm sighs, "I'm in the doghouse again."

Bud chuckles, "Let me guess, you mentioned to the Colonel the General's suggestion about a puppy?"

Harm fully smiles this time, "Yes, I did, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. I'm sure that she is in there right now giving him an earful about it. Mac found a gray hair this morning and was worried about other signs of aging, and I made a stupid remark about her pregnant belly being a shelf."

Bud laughs, "Well, Sir, it could be worse. At least you didn't say, 'Honey, you're pregnant. You're supposed to look fat.' Harriet has never let me live that one down."

Harm shakes his head at Bud's blunder, "Nope. I can honestly say I have never made that mistake. I'd be a dead man if I did. However, I think Mac looks positively beautiful when she is pregnant. She'll stew about it for a little bit and then she will be fine. I just hope it isn't too long, I really hate it when she is mad at me."

Bud looks at his former mentor, "Just remember that she doesn't have full control over her emotions right now and that it's her hormones talking, not her, and you will be fine."