A/N: The story jumps back to the 'present' at this point. This is the final chapter... thanks so much for sharing this story with me!

Although Harm had started out as the storyteller, Mac had ended up telling their children most of the story of how they'd finally become a couple. As the story ended, Katie and Jack, who'd been listening with bated breath, finally got a chance to ask their questions.

"What happened to the pretty red dress, Mom?" Katie asked.

"I still have it," Mac replied, "hanging in my closet. I'll show you later."

"What happened to the Spanish dancing man?" Jack wanted to know.

Harm and Mac exchanged smiles. Santiago had become a friend. They had invited him to their wedding, where he and a friend of theirs had gotten talking. One thing had led to another, and….

"You already know what happened to the Spanish dancing man, Jack," Harm said.

"I do?"

"Yep… that's Uncle Santi."

Katie's eyes grew wide. "Aunt Jen's husband?"

"Yes," Mac confirmed, "he married your Aunt Jen."

"Wow," Jack said, "and he still likes to dance. He danced a lot at that party you and Dad had here last Christmas."

Mac smiled. "Yes, he did, but that was a grown-up party, and you and Katie were supposed to be in bed, so how do you know he danced?"

Jack blushed, knowing he was caught out. "We, uh, we peeked."

Katie chimed in, "But only for a little while."

Harm and Mac laughed at the guilty looks on their children's faces. "That's okay," Mac said to them.

There was one more question. "So how didyou learn to dance so good, Daddy?"

"Now that's a funny story. You know that when I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time at your great-grandma's farm?"

The kids nodded; they'd heard a lot about their father's vacations with their 'Gammie', as they called her.

"So Gammie taught you to dance?" Jack asked, surprised – he really couldn't imagine his frail Gammie dancing, much less teaching someone else to dance.

"Not exactly," Harm replied, "but one summer, your Gammie decided that she wanted to learn ballroom dancing."

Jack was still astonished. "But why did she want to learn? She's old!"

Harm shook his head. Kids. He reached out a hand to ruffle Jack's hair. "Gammie was younger back then. Besides, it really doesn't matter how old you are – you can learn to dance at any age. It's a great way to get some exercise and have fun. Anyway, when she was starting to get older and to get some aches and pains, her doctor told her that dancing would be a good way to get some more exercise. It was also a great way for her to meet other people and make new friends. She joined a class close to where she lives, and she needed a dance partner, so she asked me."

Mac was listening with keen interest. This was the first time she was hearing about this – but, although she knew how much Harm loved his grandma, she was finding the story almost as strange as Jack was.

"I'm surprised you agreed to be her partner," she said to Harm, "it doesn't exactly sound like something you'd have been interested in."

Harm looked sheepish. "Well, I didn't exactly agree. But one night, she beat me at cards, and that was her prize."

"Clever lady," Mac said, with a smile.

Harm nodded. "Now, speaking of dancing," Harm said, walking over to the music center and turning on some bachatamusic. He turned to Mac. "May I have this dance, señora?"

Mac smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."

Dinner preparations abandoned, Jack and Katie giggled as they watched their parents expertly navigate the room – hips swaying, legs gliding, baby bump and all.

Anyone looking through the window into the Rabb home on that damp, overcast evening would have been transfixed by the sight of the dark-haired, attractive couple laughing and moving across the room, with their children watching them in wonder and pleasure. The onlooker would have smiled to watch the couple separate and then resume dancing with new partners – father with daughter, mother with son. Their laughter was free, unfettered – and in it was the true joy and love of family.