UPDATED! I've updated this chapter as it seems as some of my time markings have gone missing.

A/N: These chapters are snippets of events that happen during the year. Each chapter is a new year following the last episode of JAG. This is solely my take on things and how I wished they had gone.

Her cell phone rang as she sat and watched the kids. It was Mac. She knew that because she had the marines theme as her ringtone. She had gotten a new-age cellphone that had smart features, and one of them included setting ringtones for her different contacts. She had the Navy theme for Harm and some silly voice saying "hubby is calling" for her husband. It would take time for her to get used to this new phone that didn't just call people. Her phone was now text-enabled, and boy, was that something of the future. It reminded her of the instant messaging she would do on her work computer with her husband but in her pocket. She could carry it with her. Picking up the phone, she answered and kept her eye on the twins as they played.

"Mac! Hi! It's good to hear an adult voice!" Harriet chuckles, shifting in her chair.

"Ahh, the kids got you good today?"

"Oh, totally."

After getting their assignments and practically fighting over them, Mac and Harm finally decided that they would go to San Diego as to be closer to everyone in DC. That way visiting wasn't a million miles away, and MUCH cheaper for them to go to DC from San Diego than DC to London.

"I, uh, wanted to ask you a question."

"Sure!"

"I was hoping you'd be my maid of honor."

"Oh, Mac, I would be honored!"

—

The wedding goes off without a hitch. They are now Harmon and Sarah Rabb. The wedding had been held at the Hotel Del Coronado. A beautiful hotel in San Diego on Coronado Island. That night, as the happily wedded couple celebrated, they had the most amazing sex of their entire life. The whole room steamed up, and every sense seemed to be heightened. It almost felt like they were horny teenagers who were doing in the back of someone's car.

"Oh god, Harm," Her breath is heavy as she pulls herself off of her husband.

"That was amazing."

—

Two months later December

0600

Naval Base San Diego

Harm and Mac's apartment

Getting up, Mac stood in the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. The tiredness was evident, especially under her eyes. Slipping on her skirt, she tries to zip it up, five inches from the top, and it stops. Was it jammed? No. Did she not realize it was at the top and was fighting it? No. Was she gaining weight from outside forces? Yes.

Once she realized her skirt was not going to fit, she had to figure out what she was going to wear. Heading for her tiny closet, she looks for a pair of pants. She hopes those will fit. They do but barely. If this was what she thought it was, she'd be getting a new uniform anyways.

"Good morning Marine."

"Not sure it's such a good morning, Flyboy."

"You alright? You look like hell."

"I don't know, I certainly feel like hell; I just spent what felt like hours trying to get some sort of covering for my bottom half."

"First, it was the skirt, and then it was the pants. These barely fit."

"Well, if there's anything I can do."

"You can move out of my way!" She says, realizing she was later.

"I'm going to be late."

"Ok, ok, love you." Harm smiles, kissing his wife and letting her leave for work.