Chapter 133

"A feisty little Marine, named Sarah Mackenzie. Actually, we're already married, but she had amnesia, and now that she's recovered, she wants a ceremony she can remember. How 'bout it, buddy?" he explained walking around his desk and leaning on it.

"Do you mean that cute little jarhead that prosecuted me? What could she possibly see in you?" laughed Tom. "Yeah, I'll stand up with you. Good thing we worked out our differences, or she might shoot me on your wedding day. You're a lucky man, AJ. But, hey, did she transfer? She was under your chain of command, right?" asked Tom, worried for AJ's hide.

"No, if she doesn't decide to stay home and care for Angela, she'll be working at the Pentagon. She'll be legal aide for the SECNAV," AJ told him. "My jarhead will be over there watching your six."

"Angela, who's Angela?" asked Tom.

"Our daughter. Tom, you need to get out more often! Come and visit," teased AJ.

"I guess I do," replied Tom, confused. "Hey, you're fixing me up with some gorgeous thing to walk down the aisle with, right?" Tom asked, interested in the wedding now.

"Yes, old buddy. Already have her picked out. She's a terrific blonde and has a thing for bald Admirals. In fact, I think she would be after me, if I weren't already taken. She calls me Admiral Vigorous!" laughed AJ hanging up.

Tom hung up the phone running his hand over his head and smiling. Finally, he just might get lucky.

"Coates, have Commander Turner report to my office," ordered AJ.

A knock came at the door.

"Enter." Sturgis came in and walked to the desk stopping and, coming to attention. "At ease, Commander. Have a seat, I need to ask you a favor," said AJ, taking off his reading glasses and placing them on his desk.

"Yes Sir." replied Commander Turner sitting down, and calmly waiting.

"Sturgis, I'd like for you to be a groomsman at Sarah's and my wedding," he told him.

"That would be an honor, Sir. I'd be pleased to do so. Thank you for asking," came the response.

"You're more than welcome. I like to think we've worked out a lot of problems these past years together. I would like to think it's made us friends. And I'd like to share this special day with all my friends," he quietly explained.

"It's an honor to have you for a Commanding Officer and a rare privilege to have a man like you for a
friend," replied Sturgis looking at his watch. "But, Sir, if you'll excuse me, I do have to be in court."

"Of course, dismissed," AJ replied, well satisfied with his side of the wedding party.

Meanwhile, Sarah was rushing around getting everything together on her end. Chloe was to be a bridesmaid, and Harriett had agreed to be Matron of Honor. Now, she needed another bridesmaid. Going into JAG to see if Harriett was ready to leave to look at gowns, when she saw Mattie waiting for Harm in his office.

Hoping that the rift between herself and Harm wouldn't make him keep Mattie from being friends with her, Mac walked over to where Mattie was standing, "Mattie, sweetie, I need to ask a huge favor," asked Sarah shifting Angela to her other shoulder.

"Sure, but can I hold the cutie pie while you do?" asked Mattie, reaching for Angela.

Mac handed Angela over to Mattie, with a grin, just as Harm came over to make things uncomfortable. His lip was still badly swollen from where she had bit him, and Mac wondered what story he had told everyone at the office. She would bet money that it had not been the truth.

"Mattie, if it's all right with Harm I'd like for you to be one of my bridesmaids when AJ and I renew our vows," Sarah said looking to Harm for a reply, just mentally daring him to spoil something she was sure that Mattie would love to do.

"Oh! Harm, can I please!" begged Mattie.

"Sure, Kiddo," he said with a glare at Mac. He knew exactly why she had asked this with both of them there, so he could not find some excuse! "Since we've all been invited by the Admiral, we'll be going to the wedding anyway. You might as well be part of the big show. Now, if you two will excuse me, I need to be in court," he couldn't get away from Mac fast enough.

To be continued….