Memories! Ch. 2: And Baby Makes Three
Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Donald Belisario, CBS, and Paramount. All other characters are mine and fictional.
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"The Rabbit Died."
Wasn't that the euphemism they'd used back in her mother's day?
Silently, Mac sat in her Georgetown apartment amid a sea of moving cartons, and stared at the home pregnancy test once again.
This was going to complicate things...
0800 HOURS
Colonel MacKenzie's Apartment
Georgetown
Harm settled heavily into one of the few remaining chairs in the denuded apartment.
"So, when do you plan to tell him? I feel a 'personal day' coming on..."
"That bad, huh?" Mac responded, worry invading the clear placidity of her dark eyes. "Maybe it will be alright. Maybe he'll be as happy about it as I am...don't you think?"
Anxiously, she scanned his features, hoping that her friend had the answer she was looking for, but the look on his face gave her little reassurance.
"Mac...Have you and the admiral ever talked about adding kids to this relationship?"
The past two months had been ones of soulful bonding... passionate unions... but never had they discussed the possibility of including a child in their intimate nucleus. Even though AJ was aware of her maternal longings, his potential reaction gave her cause for concern.
"I may just wait on this a while, Harm." she hedged, dropping the telltale tester into her pocket. "You know...give MYSELF a chance to digest the situation before I spring it on AJ.."
"Mac..." he cautioned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Pregnancy isn't something you can keep from someone you're...well, you know...someone you KNOW that well! You wouldn't be able to blame it on Beltway burgers for long, and it won't help the situation when he knows that you kept it from him. Take my word for it."
As usual, Harm was right, but something inside of her just wouldn't let go. She was going to have to deal with this on her own terms.
"Well, Flyboy, are you going to help me get this stuff to Quantico today or not?" she said, hoping to shift the topic of conversation.
"Yes Ma'am." he smiled. "But anything bigger than a breadbox, you let Bud and I carry. Understood?"
"Aye aye, Commander. Understood," she said, the smile on her lips never reaching her eyes. "I guess I'm carrying enough already..."
1400 HOURS
Colonel MacKenzie's Apartment
Thomason Park Housing
Marine Corps Base Quantico
Harm had been serious.
He had insisted, much to Bud's utter confusion, that Mac carry nothing heavier that a few pounds during the move to her new apartment at Marine Corps Base Quantico. It was a blessing that AJ had been called to Italy two weeks ago to help his daughter, Francesca, with a personal problem, or the "jig" would have been up.
After everything had been brought in, Bud took his leave and headed back home to Harriet and little AJ. Harm, knowing that Mac couldn't be trusted not to start moving furniture the minute he cleared the driveway, stayed behind to tie up any loose ends that might arise.
"Let me at least feed you, then." she offered, sifting through a box marked "kitchen". "It's the least I can do. You're just too good to me, Harm."
Harm grinned. He had such a great grin. "I have to keep the 'Admiral's Lady' happy, don't I?"
Mac stopped dead in her tracks. "I hope you were just kidding, because if you weren't, then I have a major problem with what you just said!"
"Mac! Of course I'm kidding... How long have we been friends, anyway? Do you really think the fact that you're 'hot bunking' it with my C.O. would make any difference?"
Mac threw one of Harriet's lobster-shaped potholders at his head. "Boy! You just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" she laughed. "I didn't know you could fit BOTH of those big feet in your mouth at once!"
"Seriously, though. Do you think anyone thinks of my relationship with AJ in that way?" she asked as she located a box of pasta, and a jar of Garden-style Ragu.
"Listen..."he said, drawing her back into the living room, "just sit down here for a minute, O.K.?"
Harm paused, choosing his words carefully.
"You and the admiral have something really special going for you. For my own sake, I wish I could say that relationships like yours happen everyday...but they don't. You need to stop 'second guessing' it to death, Mac...you could lose something that you might never find again. Just a little advice from someone who's still looking..."
Sadly, Mac looked at the false bravado pasted on her friend's face. There was a time when they might have been an "item", but that time had long since passed, leaving Harm with a long succession of failed relationships, and her with the man of her dreams. She had kissed more than her share of "frogs" in her lifetime, it was truly a miracle to have finally found the one "prince" in the batch.
Harm started relocating boxes to their designated rooms as Mac got supper started. "You know, Mac," he called, "you need to start eating a little better now. The four food groups really aren't starch, grease, dead animal and catsup. You need to get little 'Albert' off to a good start, 'Mom."
"Albert'! Oh no...not this kid. Why do you think AJ goes by his initials? 'Albert Jethro' just doesn't 'cut it' in grade school!"
"I forget," he laughed, "where exactly IS it popular again?"
"Just watch it, Commander, or I'll send a Marine detachment after you..."
Harm finished distributing the boxes, then dropped down on the sofa to await supper.
"Speaking of Marines," he said, "how are things going at Quantico?"
"Well...it's hectic. Being a C.O. is a lot tougher than I anticipated. My department is knee-deep in a situation with Japan right now."
"Japan?" Harm raised his eyebrows. "Your department handles foreign affairs?"
"Yes, Harmon..." she teased. "That's why it's called the 'International' and Operational Law Division, remember?"
"Yeah. Right. Anything you can talk about?"