Two months later

Mac smiled as she felt strong arms encircle her waist. She tilted her head to give him better access as his mouth trailed kisses down her neck. They were visiting grandma Sarah and it was past nine in the morning.

"Good morning," he mumbled as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"It is a good morning," she smiled and snuggled closer to him. "What's the plan for today?"

"Relax," he suggested.

"We should get up," she rubbed her forehead as she sat up.

"Are you feeling okay?" he rubbed her back with concern.

"Nauseous," she let out a sigh. "At least I'm not puking my guts out, huh?"

"Yeah, it's a good thing," he agreed. "But still, you look pale."

"Just until I've had something to eat," she reassured.

"You know what?" he got out of bed. "I can bring you breakfast here."

"Harm," she got out of bed too. "I love the offer, but I want to spend time with Grams. I'm sure she's waiting on us."

He nodded. "Okay."

She smiled as she found her robe. "Let's have some breakfast, then maybe go for a walk."

"Sounds like a plan," he put on jeans and a t-shirt. "Come on," he reached for her hand.

Later

"I brought us some lemonade," Grams put a tray down.

"Thank you," Mac put her book down.

"How are you feeling, Dear?" Grams sat down and reached for the mug, filling their glasses.

"Good," Mac smiled. "A little nauseous before I eat in the mornings, but other than that I'm feeling okay. Low on energy though."

"That's the body's way of telling you to take it easy. You'll feel better after the first trimester, then you'll feel huge the last two months," she chuckled.

Mac laughed softly.

"Harm is so proud," Grams smiled as she turned her focus on Harm who was painting the barn. "He's going to enjoy fatherhood."

"He'll do great," Mac agreed.

"I can't believe he offered to paint the barn. I could have the Parker boys do that," she shook her head with amusement. "But my grandson loves to help."

"I would help, but Harm says no. It's non-toxic paint, but still he wouldn't hear of me helping him," Mac rolled her eyes. "Overprotective."

"Enjoy it," Grams hesitated. "I know you're strong Sarah but let him take care of you. It means a lot to him. He's not that good at expressing feelings, but if you pay attention to his acts no words are necessary."

Mac nodded. "You're right, he does have a way of making sure I know how he feels."

Harm decided to take a break and join them. "What are you two talking about?" he wondered.

"You," came the unison reply.

He chuckled. "That's what worries me."

"You sit down and relax a little. You're not here to work, but to spend time with your old grandmother," Grams handed him a glass.

"Yes, ma'am," Harm smiled as he took the glass from her, then sat down.

A small car came up the driveway and Grams stood. "That's my ride."

"Ride?" Harm questioned.

"Yes, Rosemary," Grams reached for her purse. "We're going by the churchyard, then the café," she smiled. "I'm sure you kids' can find something to do while I'm away."

"Have fun," Mac smiled and sipped her lemonade.

"So, what do we do?" Harm reached for her hand.

Mac smiled sweetly. "We can just sit here and enjoy the quiet."

"That sounds nice," he agreed. "I've been thinking that we should celebrate."

"Yeah? The baby?" she wondered.

"Well, the baby and the house," he kissed her hand. "Our life together."

She nodded. "That sounds nice. How do we do that?"

"I was thinking that we go away for a long weekend. We've talked about driving to Annapolis for a weekend. Go sailing maybe?" he suggested.

"That sounds nice," she agreed. "We have planned to go there at least twice."

"Once I had to cancel and then when we tried to reschedule you had to cancel," he smiled. "The Navy had other plans."

"Well, once the baby comes we have to decide if we're both staying in," she shrugged. "I don't see myself working the long hours I do now."

"You want to retire?" he wondered.

"Thinking about it," she admitted thoughtfully. "I'd like to enjoy being a Mom. I'm not saying that I won't work eventually, but maybe for the first year I'd want to be home I think."

"I support you whatever you want to do," he leaned in and kissed her softly. "I can't wait to see you with our baby."

Mac smiled. "And I can't wait to see you with our baby. Your grandma thinks you'll turn into a sap."

Harm chuckled. "I bet she does."

Mac leaned in and kissed him. "Maybe we should take advantage of this time alone and spend some time in bed?" she suggested.

Harm started to stand. "I can be talked into that."

Mac stood as well. "Come on, sailor."

Harm and Mac's house, one month later

Harm whistled as he opened the paint can. They had found out that they were expecting a girl, so they agreed on a color for the nursery. Harm had been away most of the month and felt bad about it. He had been TAD to the San Diego office to help out with a big case and to run the office while Captain Tally was recovering from a small procedure. Mac had come out one weekend, but other than that they had to survive on phone calls.

"You really don't have to use your first weekend off in a month to do this," Mac reminded him.

He smiled. She was standing in the doorway, her hands on her sides. "I know, but I want to do something after being away for so long. And besides, it'll give us a chance to see the color we picked."

"We have a lot of weekends to do this before the baby comes," she stepped into the room. "But you're right about seeing the color."

"You should find something else to do," he pointed to the door. "Away from the paint."

She turned and headed out the door, knowing that it was an argument she wouldn't win.

Later

"Good book?" Harm wondered as he joined her on the couch.

"Yes, not too bad," she smiled and put it away. "Let me see how the color is," she started to stand.

He grabbed her hand. "Later. Listen," he waited for her to get comfortable again. "I've had some time to think while I was away."

"About?" she questioned.

"My future," he smiled. "Our future."

She raised her eyebrows curiously. "And?"

"I got a glimpse into my future while I was covering for Captain Tally," he hesitated. "We both know that a promotion is in the near future for both of us. Since you have decided to retire and focus on the baby you don't have to worry about relocating, but we know that if I get a promotion and a command we have to move. We just bought this place and we love it and honestly, I don't want to relocate. I know that being in command means different responsibility and I'm having doubts about that. My passion is to work cases and try cases, not being stuck in an office delegating away the best cases to people younger than me."

"I can understand that. You're an adrenaline junky," she teased and tugged on his hand.

He chuckled.

"You know that leaving the Navy means leaving your flight status behind too?" she continued.

"Well, I'm not keeping up my quals. I turned down the opportunity to fly this week," he shrugged. "I've been in contact with Will Potter. You remember him?"

Mac nodded. "I do. He's working for a private firm, they handle a lot of military cases."

"They do, and they gave me an offer," he smiled sheepishly. "Will has mentioned it in the past, latest last month when I was prosecuting that case he defended. I called him and it turns out that he's been serious about offering me a job."

"Harm, you want to be a civilian?" Mac was surprised.

"It's more money, I'll be home more, and we don't have to relocate. I get to do what I love, with a suit instead of my uniform, but still I'll be working cases and defending clients," he smiled. "I know I've been reluctant to change anything in my life, holding a firm grip on the past, but I've realized that if I keep doing that I'll miss out on my future. I want to be here for you and for our kids'."

"I want that too," she smiled. "And not relocating sounds really good."

"I love you so much Mac," he leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you too," she smiled.

"Then it's settled. I'll call Will tomorrow," Harm smiled. "Now, you can see if you like the color before I paint the rest of the walls."

She stood. "I can't wait to see you with our baby."

"I can't wait until she's here," Harm tugged on her hand. "Come on. And I have a few ideas for the other rooms up there as well. For all the siblings."

"Siblings?" she hesitated. "Harm, how many kids' do you want?"

"I don't know," he moved up the stairs. "We have room for three."

"Why don't we start with this one and we'll see," she suggested.

Harm chuckled. "Okay, but little bun needs siblings."

"We'll see," she shook her head with amusement. "You've really embraced this pregnancy, Harm."

"You didn't think I would?" he wondered as they stopped outside the nursery.

"It's not that, but you haven't always been this enthusiastic about change," she reminded him.

He smiled. "I guess, but I'm ready."

She looked around the room. "I think our baby will be happy here."

"I'm making sure that our little angel has the perfect room," he pulled her close.