A/N: Thanks so so much for the reviews! And ROFL about the octomom comment! I happen to have some chapters already written but once I get this site up to date the updates will probably be less frequent Lol! And wow you really do crack me up! Haha Enjoy this part! More tomorrow. 

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Harm crossed the room to the box, immediately recognizing the writing. Her writing. His heart sped up and his hands felt shaky as he traced the letters with his finger. God, he missed her. His eyes scanned for the return address. San Diego.

He grabbed the edge of the box, ripping the paper from its place, reading it several more times before shoving it in the pocket of his jeans. He took a few steadying breaths, her face permeating his thoughts, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.

He reluctantly returned to the party in the back yard. Kim had given him a long questioning look, and he had simply shrugged it off, asking her to tell him when she was ready to go. Harm had tried to eat, but couldn't…and kept reaching his hand into his pocket and fingering the paper as if to be sure it was still there. He had to get to her….and soon.

"Harm, are you okay?" Kim asked in a hushed voice, as she ate beside him. "You have barely touched your food."

"I…I'm fine." Harm answered distractedly.

Kim's gaze searched his face. She could tell that something was amiss. "Do you want to leave? Because we can…I am rather exhausted anyway."

Harm nodded. "Okay…" He stood up to help her to her feet.

"We must be going, thank you so much for inviting me." Kim spoke sweetly to Harriet.

"Thank you for coming." Harriet said as she gave her a gentle hug, being careful not to touch her belly.

Harriet's gaze turned to Harm. "Thank you, Harriet." The double meaning of the words were not lost on her as she met his gaze and gave his arm a squeeze.

Harm and Kim bid the rest of the guests goodbye, and Harm had given Bud a pat on the back and thanked him.

Harm helped Kim into the SUV, before going around and climbing in the driver's side and starting the car. Kim straightened the hem of her dress, pulling it down toward her tight-covered knees. She turned to look out the window, one hand coming to rest under her chin and the other placed on her belly. She sighed. Loudly.

"What is it?" Harm asked gently, as he pulled out of the Robert's drive.

"Nothing." Kim said quietly, casting him a sideways glance.

"It's not nothing."

"You just seem…" she searched for the right word.

"I'm sorry." Harm supplied quickly. "I don't want to fight, Kim. But, we do need to talk."

He turned his turn signal on, switching lanes and keeping his eyes on the road as they continued the drive to her house.

"About?"

"I…" It was his turn to search for the right words. "I have to go away for a few days."

"On a mission?"

"Something like that." It was a mission of sorts. "I'll make arrangements for someone to check in on you and maybe Harriet can stay over a few nights."

Kim became agitated. "I'm pregnant Harm, not disabled."

"I know, I just...I worry." Harm reached over rested his hand on her belly and she covered his hand with hers.

"I'll be fine." She gave his hand a squeeze. "How long will you be gone?"

"I'm not exactly sure…a week maybe?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye.

Her face said what her lips refused to. She was upset.

"A week? Okay…all right. You have to do what you have to do." She attempted to sound upbeat.

Harm came to a stop in her driveway and put the car into "park." "I'll have Harriet call you tomorrow and check in."

"Tomorrow?"

Harm nodded. "I am catching a flight out tonight."

Kim simply stared at him, blinking a few times intermittently. "Tonight?"

"Yes." He nodded briefly.

"Will you come in for a while?" She asked, one hand on the door handle.

"I need to pack, Kim. I really should go. I'm sorry" He attempted to be sensitive. "Would you like me to help you to the door?"

"No, I'll manage." She replied in a low tone. "Call me when your flight lands?"

"Of course." He replied, giving her a small smile.

"Bye Harm." She returned the smile, shutting the door and walking towards her front door.

Harm reached into the pocket of his Jeans, pulled out the paper, and read it again.

Kim turned and waved to him before she entered the house, and Harm returned the gesture, holding up a hand in acknowledgment.

He was backing out of her driveway when he pulled out his phone and dialed a somewhat familiar number. He waited as it rang several times before someone at last answered on the other end.

"Yes" Harm responded quickly. "I am calling to find out what flights you have departing for San Diego tonight."

It would not be long now.